there's banging on the wall   it's 5 am i've 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