banging your fist on the hospital doors
waiting for a sign of life, it never comes
and now you're done

sitting in the next room while they exchange stories
of how far you've come, but your tears won't stop falling
you can't sleep
you never have nice dreams

with each day you trust them less and less
good bodies bad brains, tell yourself you're not obsessed
keep your curtains closed so the world outside
will never know you're fucked and lonely

keep it to yourself, the best you can,
if no one hears you break down then it never happened
keep your fists bloodied and your head against the wall
if it's gonna see you through it try anything at all