text: I hang my head for those
  Who aint been held too close
  In times of pain
  When the ceiling drips
  The rooms bathed in grey
  Outsides a trip
  For another day
  I keep telling those
  Expelling those
  Negative hoes to go away
  But it seems to grip
  More everyday
  Walls get taller
  Self-medicate
  And how did you get this low?
  Thats what the illness spoke
  For every word they had to say
  Better off just leaving me this way
  Better off just to leave it
  Guess this aint a world that I dreamt of
  How many hits can one bum take?
  How many things can one boy make?
  I wrap myself inside my duvet
  You think those blue giants feel the same?
  You think they ever have these days?
  You think they ever have these days?
  You think they ever have these days?