All day staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.
All night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something.
Feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown, and I dont know why.
Talking to myself and dodging glances on the train.
I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think that there must be something wrong with me.
Out of all the hours thinking, I've lost my mind.
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're going to think of me
And how I used to be...me.