Disconnected
Now I'm disconnected
I sit in the back of my head
I'm surrounded by the echo
Of the words that I last said
My body is not mine anymore
And I speak with someone else's voice
And the things that I see before me
Must be this someone else's toys
I'm gonna hide myself, hide myself
Way back on this dirty, old shelf
I can't seem to think straight anymore
And I can't get anything done
I pity my poor parents
That they should have such a useless son
I'm gonna hide myself, hide myself
Way back on this dirty, old shelf
Please, don't say nothing
I know what you would like to say
I've told myself a thousand simes
But I can't change things anyway
My book remains unfinished
I've forgotten how to write
My youth lies around, wasted
Oh, it's such a depressing sight
I'm gonna hide myself, hide myself
Way back on this dirty, old shelf