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.