I cannot take this anymore, saying everything I've said before. All these words they make no sense, I find bliss in ignorance. Less I hear the less you'll say, you'll find that out anyway. Just like before ...

Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break ! I need a little room to breathe cause I'm one step closer to the edge. I'm about to break

I find the answers aren't so clear, wish I could find a way to disappear. All these thoughts they make no sense, I find bliss in ignorance. Nothing seems to go away over and over again

Just like before.