I get so sad in this place,
I try to tell you how I feel.
Just sleeping and crying in this space,
What is the fucking deal?

You never deal with things,
I ask you things, but then you shout.
I feel like I'm hanging off a string,
I'm sad and often pout.

I'm here until everything calms,
This is not even fun.
I certainly am plagued with qualms,
I often want to leave and run.

I just stay and I wait,
Seeing what happens; I do care.
I'm filled with lots of hate,
All these feelings seem unfair.

Perhaps the sky will open with blue sky's ahead,
I'll just laugh and I'll smile.
I sometimes feel like I am dead,
You say it'll be all right in a little while.