When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where 
I left it... 
No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how 
I left it... 
I haven't spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall... 
I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all... 
And so, as 
I go, I'll leave my body for you... 
And so, as 
I go, don't feel sorry for me 
For life is the sacrifice, before you die 
And so as 
I go, I'll leave my body for you...to...see... 
A bed all alone in the bedroom 
A vacant space where a table should be 
Some posters on the walls 
The bathroom mirror covered in spit 
I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live... 
And I have failed, for 
I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life! 
All this time on my hands, 
And I have no where to go, 
Haunted by the distractions of living alone 
I hope you'd be the first one to find me 
After I'd concluded the past behind me 
So hold your hands, over your mouth 
And run to tell the others...