I'm Talking to Trees Right Now,
I'm Talking to Trees,
But they don't talk to me

It's because they Don't
Have brains you see,
I think I've Gone Insane

I sit in my room you know,
Sitting Alone,
Because You don't talk to me

Hours to day,
Days to weeks,
Everyone Refuses to speak

Writing some songs,
Some songs about you,
I've written quite a few

Taken Some Pictures,
Some Beautiful Pictures,
But none as beautiful as you

Words means nothing,
unless there's something,
That's what I am without you

Dried Up Misery,
Washed Out Boy,
The Obituaries aren't a Joy

You know I hate it,
I fear it so much,
But Here I wait and sit

Death is coming,
And I am running,
I am running from it

I don't want to face it,
No I don't want to do it,
I don't want to do it without you

No one is here with me,
Someone to be with me,
There to cry when I die

I don't want to be
Alone right here,
Having a tree tell me

This is the end of me,
And You're alone you see,
But at least you have me

That will be,
When it's gotten to me,
The day I've gone insane

Insane in the rain,
Consider the pain,
You've done to me emotionally

You left me alone,
All on my own,
It aches down to my bone

I'm going to sleep know,
And when I awake,
The Nightmare begins again,
My Friend