Hello
hello

echo. .   .     .       .

I can hear you sad soul
I can hear your lonely self
Have you locked yourself
in a jail cell for the sake of appearances
So you wouldn't need anyone
unless they come to visit
You show them how sane you are
cause it's a visit

come in whenever you want
come in to my soul to my mind
yea it's nice when I'm fine
Where lights and roses intertwined
but you don't come when it's closed
you never knock on my doors

And now I sit here in this jail cell
where I don't need you
it's pathetic but at least I don't need you
I sit here with the lights closed
trying to fix it on my own
trying to call out on my own
Like
hello
hello
all I hear is the

echo. .  .    .       .


I'm waiting for a visit
So the lights would turn on
But I wouldn't let you know
that they were ever off
So you wouldn't be scared off
So you would still come to visit