Left to stir in empty beds
To struggle through a crowded head
A part is lost
Its shape distorts
We lay awake in all we've wrought
Visions crack from sorrows held
Your pride and joy is not himself
These years in past
We've all found loss
Your shadow drags us down as well
These seconds brief
All of my echoes leave
I try to sleep, and let it bury me
(But what to do?)
With thoughts of missing you
Im on my own again
(But what to do?)
Me and my crowded head
I haven't felt right in a while
Wrap me in plastic to hide my grief
All of this anguish to hide denial
My words are screamed but I can barely breathe
There's no means to this end
Too many words once said
Now all this sadness fills this room
(There's nothing left)
What difference does It make?
What is there left to take?
These seconds brief
All of my echoes leave
I try to sleep, and let it bury me
(But what to do?)
With thoughts of missing you
Im on my own again
(But what to do?)
Me and my crowded head