Tears seem to melt out my brain,
this fancet seems too big to turn off by myself someone please step in,
without letting my mother know I want to die,
all I wanted was a garage to park in
let sigur ros play on as I drift away answer me, answer me.
Let god speak to me, tell me why my brains so fucked up,
and why I cry daily, frequently.
Why'd you rip my sister off the face of the earth,
facing me with new hells while she flies free like a bird.