I can't seem to place A finger on the cause I see this go to waste I'm following the moths On their way to the flame They seem to call it home But lately I can only sleep If the lights are left alone What would you do if I told you I was on the brink Dusty knees and scrapes from falling at least once a week I can't seem to care Enough to take care of my self Enough to do this on my own Let me do this on my own