when you wake up to white walls and endless halls
there's an emptiness that echoes through it all
so you sit back in your bed with your mind medicated
and your senses stuck on the sick side of the day
you call for the doctor, it's all you've got anymore
he's the ticket to the life you had before
if i could just make him see that i don't need this
doctor, doctor, what am i in for?
can't you see that i don't need this place, i don't need these walls...
i'm no threat at all.
there's a way we could maybe, through therapy, find a way to right and release me
i just need to be outside, vanish supervised
back to my job, back to my life
yes, i know what i've done and i regret it every day
if i could make things right, i know i'd finally
but when i wake up to these white walls, to the endless halls, to the hospital
i get lost in the emptiness that echoes through it all
doctor, i can't thank you enough
doctor, you won't regret this