these days it seems
that every time i sit
i want to run

and every time i get up
i just want to go back to bed

i lie in my bed at night
just itching to get out
with nowhere to go,

and i think of you
all of you

the people i hurt
the ones who hurt me

and no matter how much i cry
the tears won't stop
and no matter how many
lights are on
it's still
pitch
black