There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be

Toys, toys, toys in the attic Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years In the attic lights

Come falling I turn you away I am the things that you fear My leap of faith without a sound Don't push my back against the wall When I feel it Withered away I see it Every day complacent Desecrates the fabric of lies