Another Night Alone On A Dark Road Somewhere Far Away From My Home. The Summer's On My Mind, So Far Behind. Face In A Sink Reflects These Caffienated Insides. It's Life Scenarios You Think Of While You're Alone, And On My Own. Like If My Parents Paid For Everything I Own I Could Be Somewhere In A Classroom Taking Notes Of Things That I Already Know (or Think I Do...) What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Grow. This Nine To Five Turns Into Twenty Four Hours. It Seems That Sweet Escape From This Cold, Dark Prison Is A Dream. My Priorities Forgotten. Stuck In A Cycle On Your Knees. I Deliver, In Spite To My Friends And My Enemies. Some Days, I Stay And Lie Awake In Bed Just To Breathe My Quickened Heartbeat. I Hear Noises Overhead. This Face Isn't Strong Enough To Sleep. I Have A Dream That I Can Sleep On My Own. These Days, My Pale Reflection Can't Pretend That This Is All I Have To Offer. I Hear Noises Overhead But This Throat Isn't Strong Enough To Scream. So It Seems, 'cause Now I Scream On My Own. This Cup Of Coffee Burning My Insides, And Sip After Sip I Grow And Come To Realize That This Is Moving On.