I have bruises on my head, maybe because I don't sleep well, my conscience says I'm hurting my skull in despair.

my stomach feels out of place, while I walk in a circle of hate.

I can't get out of my bed, my legs are broken, I beg you to leave me alone.

I have bruises on my head, maybe because I don't sleep well, my conscience says I'm hurting my skull in despair.