| I try to slip away — you wanna make me stay —
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| don’t try to hold me back — 'cause I would break your neck —
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| don’t try to make a light — don’t even come inside —
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| you won’t like what you’ll see — untangle you from me —
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| you wish I had my wings — like puppets have their strings —
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| I like the dirt i’m in — hide in my filthy skin —
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| don’t try to follow me — don’t even lean on me —
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| 'cause after losing ground — you would not hear the sound —
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| if there’s a chance to heal these wounds in my hands —
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| to fill this hole in my heart — to kill this hate in my soul —
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| if there’s a way — you know i’d like you to stay —
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| you know i’m trying so hard but now i’m down in this hole —
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| don’t try to set me free — don’t even rescue me —
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| it fucking eats me up — and it will never stop —
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| I know it’s much too late — I feel so unafraid —
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| and now it’s time I guess — to concentrate on death…
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| … dying so hard 'cause now i’m down in this hole — (kill me) —
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| if you believe it would be better to leave —
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| because it tears you apart —
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| because it’s out of control — if you’d decide —
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| because you’re sick of this fight —
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| because it’s fucking too hard — then leave me down in this hole |