Splintered Within
Staring at the ceiling at three in the morning
Waiting for the sun to give me a warning
Every little thought is turning to dust
Wondering who I am supposed to trust (hummmmm)
Why do I hate my life
When the stars are shining so
bright
Walking through the dark alone
In a house that is not a home (ahhhh)
Comparing my days to a screen full of faces
Running in circles and losing my places
I put on a smile but it feels like a mask
Answering questions that nobody asked
Why do I hate my life
When the stars are shining so
bright
Walking through the dark alone
In a house that is not a home
Just walking through the dark... (hummmmm)