49 ceiling tiles that I stare at all night
I am unaware and not concerned
It takes too much to close my eyes
And everything is different now than it was a month ago
Is this the rest of my life?
I don’t know
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
N.C.
"Are you okay? Is she okay?"
That’s all I ever hear them say
I am trying to get better
But there’s so much in the way
And every time I think I win
I’m just tricking myself again
It’s never over
I am glued inside this skin
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
N.C.
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
And I wish I could cry
But this medicine dries my eyes
And I think I could die
If these hands weren’t scared to try
N.C.