I sit in the corner and wait
For the rain to wash the pain away
Stay up way too late
Sleep is an unnecessary state . . . for me
You probably don’t know
You probably don’t care
You’ve got nothing to share . . . with me . . . or anybody else
You keep to yourself
On my bookshelf
Can’t take this war anymore
Your words just don’t assure me
If I can make it through this night
I know I just might . . . carry on
You probably won’t write
You probably won’t call
Don’t give a damn at all . . . about yourself
You don’t want no help
Down from my bookshelf
You don’t want no help
Just won’t take my help
Do it all yourself
I sit in my bedroom and think
Of what’s pushing me to the brink
What was my mortal sin
A new stage begins
You probably don’t know
You probably don’t care
‘Cause life seems so unfair . . . to those who expect something else
So just keep to yourself
Don’t ask me for help
Music and lyrics: Ian Eric