My words are in my head and not ever on my tongue at all
Although I worked so hard on it, I still just feel I can't just call you up
And tell you how I feel, how I really really feel.
I feel like if I just give in, I'll die within an eye's blink,
From exhaustion and emotional distress.
I'm a lonely workaholic boy.
All of my heroes, they've died in my dreams.
I'm dealing with my apathy.
I'm a lonely workaholic boy
All of my heroes, they've died in my dreams.