With every thought that’s in my head
And every time I go to bed
Not every night I stay awake
But every day’s the same mistake
The place in which I take my mind
The pillow which is so unkind
The wall at which I used to stare
The time which doesn’t seem to care
The question I avoid to ask
That goes around from dawn to dusk
A silent scream that’s always cut
To see that now the way is shut
