If you really don't believe me, you can tell me that I'm wrong. And I'd really like to look around, but my night-light won't turn on. It won't turn on. It won't turn on. It won't turn on. And you know it's gonna hurt, and you never say a word. If you want to understand me, sometimes you have to read the lines. As my tear-soaked pillow drowns me, I can see through all your lies.