There's a fever inside of me
It's starting to build
I'm starting to shiver
More tears will be spilled

I look to the future and see myself still alone
No framed family photos to hang by the phone
I spend half my days alone in my bed
Rinse and repeat till I'm gone and dead

Hold me, I'm falling
Apart at the seams
I can't stop recalling
Your face in my dreams
These words I keep scrawling
What the hell do they mean?
Am I really as alone as I seem?