| I’m so uncertain of what’s growing in my head,
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| That’s how it goes when there are ghosts to put to bed.
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| What does it want from me certificates of certainty?
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| There must be help around the bend?
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| Oooh what would I do without you?
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| What would I do?
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| Am I it’s brother, it’s mother and it’s son?
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| Am I the product of everything it’s done?
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| Am I a woman cause I’m scared to be a man?
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| I’m reaching deep inside with every thing I am?
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| One by one the voices make their rounds, I can’t believe
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| The monster I have hidden in my mouth
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| It has to scream?
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| Oooh what would I do without you?
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| What would I do?
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| One by one the voices make their rounds, I can’t believe
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| The monster I have hidden in my mouth it has to scream
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| All at once I give into it’s sound, remembering?
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| The monster I have hidden in my mouth,
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| It has to sing, it has to sing, it has to sing?
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| Did I just have to live the chapter on regrets?
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| Should I just tell myself it’s easy to forget?
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| I cannot face my pain the same familiar way again
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| Cause we are more than who we are?
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| Oooh what would I do without you?
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| What would I do? |