here I go again, my pieces where almost all togheter
back to scrambled eggs
my room is all messy again....but so empty
the days are longer, and so is also my hair
everything is so new cause I\'ve forgotten what it\'s like

what happended?
how did I get here?
why am I standing by the toilet again?
why are my fingers in my throat?

I can\'t help thinking
about that song
\"bury me with my mouth open, so I can keep on screaming\"

sure, I have dreams
but they can change
let\'s just walk away
and pretend
like nothing ever happened

okay?