The ringing, it has been bugging me. Can it please stop?
By the side drawers of the bed, you'll hear a little thump
There's an abrupt pause on my counting, I am not calm
To face the wall of truth, about these delusions in my heart

How many times did this happen again? I am older and is tired
With a mind like mine, common and proud, who would even risk a dime
That in every few people I talk, nobody would listen on how
How the silent pain surrrounds, how it almost makes me laugh
On how I curl into a fetal position, the world, a year apart

It is stupidly pathetic, but I am now a child of lies
A child that has stories, but in deaf ears it dies
For the many times of broken hopes, for a little, I still asked
That maybe I was worth it, maybe. Now it's gone.