If only Johnny could have opened up his heart...

They don't know what I do when the silence surrounds me.
When everyone's gone to bed, and I'm still roaming the halls,
Sitting on the bathroom floor, or in the corner of my room.
Lining all the little yellow bottles up in a row,
By size and by amount.
The smile the next day covers the desperation of the night before.
The words do nothing but lie.