And will they ever stop their thoughtless laughs?
And will I wake up and be one of them?
Will anything bring me up to their level?
At night I lay awake and cry
Headlights making faces on my wall
Echoes of the voices that slay me daily
The love inside has long since died
What, if anything, will stop me?
And what if I turn the knife on them for once?
And what if that helps me sleep at night?
What if I do become one of them?