Face down, again Buried in my bedsheets Headache seeping through my tv screen It seems a little weird that my daydreams Are far less realistic than the ones that I have when I'm asleep Holding onto heartbreak like hands we used to hold A familiar strike against the senses, like stories you left untold That I knew you didn't know that I knew them And I still don't really feel like you have to The only question left to ask is how did this happen What do I need to say to make things change And the matter of the fact is I hate that I'm like this, but what can I do I always hoped you wouldn't notice how much time I've wasted On lonesome nights inside, I gaze my eyes At the mirror looking just as hopeless as I do at this moment I guess it's no surprise I need to put more faith in myself Confess I wrote the letter I put on your shelf Quit overcompensating for how numb I felt Denounce decisions I mistakenly thought would help Admit that there are things that I just can't control Use all this dirt to fill up every gaping hole Escape to a place that I can call my home, where I'm never alone Because you're never gone Because this isn't sustainable, just constantly walking in circles Until my legs give in Proceed to rub raw the skin on my shins From crawling on concrete again It never ends