selv om jeg går og går kommer jeg ikke nærmere...

Vært hos mamma på middag. Mat mat mat.. Jaja, blir jo ikke bedre av å ikke spise. Tankekjør til de grader, de flyr frem og tilbake, uten kontroll over hva som dukker opp. I hurt myself today, to see if i still feel.. Har ikke skadet meg i dag, har noen sår jeg kan se på, plukke på..

Vet ikke hvordan jeg skal få ut ting, forklare, fortelle.. Hva skal jeg si? At de skrev meg ut for tidlig, at det er karusell i hodet mitt, selvskading, depressive tanker, alt mulig rart noe. Jeg står alene i denne skumle store verden..

Are you breathing, no? Do the wicked see you? You still breathing? You're making me known Are you breathing, no? Do the wicked see you? You still breathing? Sitter å hører på disturbed, føler at jeg går inn i noen av tekstene deres. Are you breathing, no? Do the wicked see you? You still breathing? You're making me known Are you breathing, no? Do the wicked see you? You still breathing?

Your words to me just a whisper Your face is so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause its always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said So I speak to you in riddles because My words get in my way. I smoke the whole thing to my head and feel it wash away 'cause i can't take anymore of this, I want to come apart. or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart 'Cause its always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention yet I always try to hide 'Cause I talk to you like children, Though I don't know how I feel But I know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed 'Cause its always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said