There's banging on the wall It's 5am – I've got no sleep at all Just thoughts of how I might Struggle through tomorrow Too much time in one day Too much time to occupy With boring thoughts And boring moods And boring bedtimes Won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone It's hard to write this song It's all a joke It's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead I might be leaving soon I might be leaving soon There's laughter from below It's 1am – how could you have known? The thoughts of silence That had me From going back to sleep that night Wish I could call someone I love To stop thinking of myself Long look in the mirror, Just.. looks so blankly You were right: I can't do this. I'm going crazy; it's fine by me Now you can see How much I've become empty I might be leaving soon I might be leaving soon I might be leaving soon My dreams are full of what's not real I'll fly away and save the world I'll make you proud someday I just won't be around to see your face My life is full of what's not here I'll go away and save myself I'll make you proud today I just won't be around to see your face