There's a plush rabbit that sits on my bed
I wonder what it thinks, sometimes
Watching me stumble through monotony
Surely, I look like a fool
A senseless slave to the whims of fate
The plush rabbit still says nothing
It's arms held at it's side
And it's smile sewed shut
One more touch, one more whisper
And I think I'll fall apart
For every beam of light that falls down on me
Feels like a sword cutting through me
The plush rabbit still says nothing
I remember who gave it to me
Not a single word, not a single word
Oh, how I wish I was that rabbit
Cherished beyond it's thoughts
I stare up at the ceiling
It's painted unevenly
I hold that plush rabbit, and as I close my eyes
I finally feel myself slip away