I hide my face.
I hide my face with disgrace.
Why?
...
Giving up and letting go
Are not the same things.
Because giving up
...
When I die
Don't come to my grave.
And sit there for hours
Telling me
...
A nightmare.
That's what I wake up to.
My life is a nightmare.
...
When I walk in front of your car.
Break my legs
With the front bumper.
...
They crawl underneath your skin
And beg to be let in.
They build up your spine
And crumble with each
...