I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything I’ve said before
All these words, they make no sence
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear, the less you say
You’ll find that out anyway
I find the answers aren’t so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts, they make no sence
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
Just like before

Everything you say to me
And I’m about to break
I need a little room to breathe
And I’m about to break

  --Linkin Park, 1stp Klosr