in the morning, tun on over
fake eyelashes sticking to the pillow
the blankets are deep enough
but my insides...below
in the space between cartlidge and bone
when you are alone
the days go , so, so slow

they say you don't have to believe in love
without it you can survive
but they are mistaken, see...
because
i have...nobody
and anybody or everybody who could easily see
can see the state of me

back and forth the struggle is
consuming it all
when moonlight lasts longer then sunlight
and you see the shadows flying in through your door
.,..is this the reality of having no one?
when what you make believe is what you see
and despite what they say, they won't go away

this is the harshness of nights spent alone
it's not true what they say
you can't survive, i know, you see
because look on the insides of me.