My life has the momentum of a crashing train
And my heart can do without the pain it brings
Somehow the cloud hanging overhead
Has become darker in these later hours

I am an open book that no one wants to read
I am a heart-string tugging film that went straight to tv
I am my own sad song blaring on emo-hour on the radio
Will somebody listen to me?

Stop telling me lies!
Lies from the lips kissing me to dreams
Can you live in this world you painted
Filled with wild incarnations
Of doomed exaggerations

Someday I hope to hope you find peace

I am an open book that no one wants to read
I am a heart-string tugging film that went straight to tv
I am my own sad song blaring on emo-hour on the radio
Will somebody listen to me?

From this cage of mine
I tried howling at the moon
And it only brought me to you
Sometimes it seems so useless
Trapped in these padded walls with imagination
Paint me a dream tonight

Someday I'll consider praying for you

I am an open book used in the bon fire
I am a heart-string tugging film; two thumbs down
I am my own sad song that even Dashboard wouldn't play
I'm tired of listening to me

Today I'll think of thinking of you

Paint my a picture of what you wanted me to be
"Alive" is a word that leaps to mind
"Sane" is another
I am here my sweet sister
Buried deep inside my skull
Somewhere I am sleepy soundly in the padded walls
If you ever stop talking, you wouldn't be able to shut me up

Tonight, I swear, I'll be dreaming of you