Lying in my room on the bed
Thinking of all the things you said
Now I might just be in my head
But I’m starting to think you never cared
Maybe it started yesterday
Or is my mind just papier-mâche?
I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my mind
Constantly hearing how you were kind
Every time that you came home
I used to end up on my own
It was like you wanted me to hide
Do you think I never even tried? Hm?