Nobody thinks what I think
Maybe what it means
Is that I am a prick
With a screwed up mind
Chained to time
But it moves on and I'm left behind
Nobody says what they want
And maybe that's just what they want
Not to speak
Their mind and maybe I need
to stop thinking about it
But as long as it affects me I can't stop it
Nobody cares about what I feel
But then again, what do I feel?
Why do I feel?
I know it's hard but try
To ask how I get by
This life 'cause it's tough
Nobody knows who I am
Not even I know. Who am I?
Love me or don't
I'm only a time bomb
Set the timer to thirteen
And let it tick until the battlefield is clean
Nobody is alive.
In my mind there are times
Like theses in which I can't fight
I can't see outside
I only know what I'm feeling
Deep inside my bones
The sand in its core is falling
The bottom feels heavier than the top
Of this hourglass I call myself.
Nobody would guess
That jealousy gets the best of me
or that I am stressed
About little things that surround me
I love a lot, but loving to you
Is not what loving is to me.
I'm here listening to a kitchen sink dripping
And you can't understand.
Because a Kitchen Sink to you
Is not a Kitchen Sink to me, ok, friend?
