There's banging on the wall
it's 5 am I've got no sleep at all
just thoughts of how i might
struggle through tomorow
too much time in one day
too much time to occupy
with boring thoughts
boring moods
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's that' probably dead

i might be leaving soon
i might be leaving soon

there's laughter from below
it's 1 am how could you have known
the thoughts of silence
that keep me from going
back to sleep at night
wish i could call someone i love
to stop thinking of myself
long look in the mirror,
just look so empty

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 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.