For something, that will stop me jumping, The ground looks so welcoming.

I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Alone in this apartment, racking my brain,
For something, that will stop me jumping,
The ground looks so welcoming.

I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Am I being who I want or who I am?
The time has come for me to face, What I’m saying between white space
A change of pace.

Maybe I’ll grow wings, fly somewhere new,
Where I’m all alone, where the skies are blue.

Try to say goodbye, all I do is lie,
Don’t know what to write, carve a picture of the night.
Painting with ink like it’s blood,
Tearing my notebooks apart, To stop myself from going too far.

Maybe I’ll grow wings, fly somewhere new,
Where I’m all alone, where the skies are blue.