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   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 back so blankly   You were right: I can't do this   I'm going crazy, it's gone by me and you can't see   How much I think I'm 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 someday   I just won't be around to see your face