| So let the dark into myself again
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| But the problem is, I’m not listening
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| See there it goes and there it goes again
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| And I’m right back where I started this
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| Too many people, too many faces
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| My mind wanders through the darkest places
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| I’ve been sleeping with this feeling
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| What’s the meaning of well-being?
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| You couldn’t heal me
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| My heart is in pieces
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| I used it all, less it was beating
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| If I could put it together
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| Would it all, would it even matter?
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| Scattered
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| Scattered
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| Like a knife, right in the neck
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| Lie down now, what did you expect?
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| Everything in my head’s so depressing
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| Excessively desperate to make something better
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| Make something better
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| Does it make you feel better?
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| Altogether
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| This place is bringing us down
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| 'Cause every time I close my eyes
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| It’s the first thing on my mind
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| I’ve been sleeping with this feeling
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| Can’t explain, I’m never healing
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| My heart is in pieces
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| I used it all, less it was beating
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| If I could put it together
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| Would it all, would it even matter?
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| Scattered
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| Why oh why, do I feel the same?
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| Why oh why, do I feel the same?
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| Come on, tell me, tell me why
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| Tell me why do I feel the same?
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| Do I feel the same?
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| I’ve been talking to myself
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| But I’m not listening |