| What if there’s no one who I would put up with
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| What if there’s no one who’d put up with me
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| What if I’m destined to always remain alone
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| What if this question’s as selfish as it seems
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| And I scream to myself like a thunder clapping cloud
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| And it rains in my heart until my goddess built an ark
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| And she fills it with all the animals that she can possibly find
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| Still she’s bleeding, still she’s bleeding inside
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| What if there’s no one who recognizes
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| Me in their mirror, me in their past, in their glass
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| What if I’m destined to only see myself
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| In my own reflection, instead of loves eyelash
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| And I scream to myself like a thunder clapping cloud
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| And it rains in my heart until my goddess built an ark
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| And she fills it with all the animals that she can possibly find
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| Still she’s bleeding, still she’s bleeding inside
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| Still she’s bleeding inside, so much bleeding inside
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| Oh, bleeding inside, still she’s.
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| What if there’s no one who I would put up with
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| What if there’s no one who’d put up with me
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| What if I’m destined to always remain alone
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| What if this question’s as stupid as it seems
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| And I scream to myself like a thunder clapping cloud
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| And it rains in my heart until my goddess built an ark
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| And she fills it with all the animals that she can possibly find
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| Still she’s bleeding, still she’s bleeding inside |