The emptiness in my heart fills up my head
Silent motion in the dark that crowds up my bed
And I feel so light
I'm barely making a dent in my mattress
Now I fear the doubt is starting to compliment my sadness
I'm an open book
But all you'll read is dampness
If you like scribbles maybe you can untangle this madness
Cause Lord knows I've tried but I end up on a blank page
And I'll spend my weekends filling it up for days
I'm fond of the clouds
But I adore the sun rays
I hope can still hear the laughter
Everytime a child plays
Locked in my room where the covers they smother my mood
Until all this gloom somehow becomes understood