scream or whisper
i really don't care
it's not my body
that's just sitting there

(where will you go)
(when all the children)
(grow up)
(and leave you)
(behind)
(?)

your hate isn't real
it's a figment, a dream
you still need me around
a friend on which to lean

(where will you go)
(when all your friends)
(forget)
(that you)
(exist)
(?)

it's tangible
your fear
it's tasting bitter
like the reflection in the mirror

(where will you go)
(when you realize)
(that i'm)
(not)
(real)
(?)

don't go anywhere
here inside your head is fine