June 24, 2008
I sit on my own
Feeling sedated
If I'd only known
How much I'm hated

I would have given up
A long time ago
Before it all broke like a cup
I've reached a new low

So I sit on my bed
Thinking of something to do
All this pain in my head
Makes me think of the final cure anew

But it would break my heart to leave
There are moments I like, even when muted
I'm sure afterwards Ii'd want a repreave
So forever I'll stay sedated

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