These thoughts sat in recesses of our heads have us
analysing ceilings from our beds
In a world where its looked down upon to vent
so much of worth will not be said
And having been all on my own for such a time
its kinda strange to have a person in my life who believes one day
I'll achieve some piece of mind
You're probably wrong but you might be right
And everything is fine On the train back home
I'm more than just alive
Can't comprehend what took my head for such a time
I'm sat here trying to let in light through weary eyes
cause I'm half asleep but I feel alive