Love me. So I can feel the pain. Of not having made a mistake. Love me. So I can crawl into your oven. And begin to bake. Love me. (? ) burns. I'm alive.
Tonight I sit right down in my room. Going over it and over it again and again. Something's got a hold of me. And I just can't seem to shake myself loose.
Sinking. Wanting. Thinking. Sinking all the while. . * it hurts to be alone. When it hurts to be alone. . When it's cold outside. When it's cold inside.
(yeah...!). Spinning down the drain again. Walls closing in again. Curling up inside again. No way in out up down or otherwise again. . I can't move. I can't speak.