He sits alone inside his room and tries to make himself feel right
Nothings working out his mindlessness is peering in tonight
Even though all of his tribulations quit this awful place
He can move all of his body parts but can't quite feel his face
And that's why his pillowcase is damp
Floating softly to the floor as if it flew
Far away from all the ignorance that's certainly not new
If you squinted at his silhouette you'd swear that you'd seen someone that you knew
Maybe life
Would be a little brighter
If the walls that constrained him had a few windows
He could dream about climbing out and realize he just likes sitting in the light
I'm in love
I waited
For someone
Like you
I'm in love
I waited
For someone
Like you