I am lying in my bed
Crying that I’ve had “Enough”
I’m tired of those countless arguments
Right now I know I’ve lost…

I’ve really had enough
Enough of slamming doors
Enough of those shameful tears
Enough of trying to grow up…

I don’t feel like living, I’ve lost hope
I’m scared to face what tomorrow brings
But quitting doesn’t seem to be a way out
Would it solve my problems, I really doubt…

I just need to break away
I just need some moments of peace
Can’t someone listen to what I say?
Frustrated I seek the comfort of my pillows…

Those pillows that saw some tear-filled nights,
Those pillows that share a silent companionship,
They just know that I’d wake up tomorrow,
With puffy eyes and a bad throat,
But still I’d shrug yesterday as a bad dream
And make endless resolutions for the new day…
They also know that very same night
I’ll fall depressed in the bed, the same old way…