there are days that i don't get out of bed
i just shut my eyes and rest my head
cause i hate the world and it hates me
and maybe i'd be better off dead

i stay boarded up here in my room
just me and myself to share this gloom
i toss and turn cause this feeling burns
so heopefully my end will come soon

never before have i seen so clear
there is no purpose in staying here
it's time to leave but i can't believe
that the end for me is oh so near

the view up here on the 18th floor
for most people seems to be the cure
but this cure has no affect on me
out of this life i expected more