Bright lights, quiet nights
empty promises inside my mind.
I try, I try.

Soft hair, soft lips
a face that I will never kiss
my hands clenched into fists

And they will never know my name
I don't think that they care
They'll never see what's in my brain
Just what I'm forced to wear
But I doubt they care.
I doubt they crare.

Heart bleeds, blood soaks
the space between my pillow
and my loud headphones.

Words spill, tears cry
I lay these wretched bones dry
your amber eyes ask why.