Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything.
I don't know who you're talking to-I made a search through every room.
But all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon.
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.
