You look upon yourself like an broken doornAlways open, disconnected floornnFalling deep into your mental statenLook down at your empty platennWhen you speak it’s like words can’t comenYou’re heart is beating like a drumnnNever satisfied, lonely at bestnPoor and miserable, as you restnnWe were happy when we had it roughnWe’re not at our best, but good enoughnnYour life is lifeless as a broken bonenBut you’re so at ease with this life you’ve sewnnnAlone and dreading everythingnSleep and drugs help to kill the painnnNothing works, but it’s alrightnRestless work is such a reassuring sightnnOh you don’t have to crynCarry on, don’t heave a sighnnIf you’re lucky you may not dienHold your problems deep insidennSo sink and weep on the bedroom floornLive this life that you adorennFeel your headache make you sorenFeel it pounding more and moren