Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire
So I place these scales over my eyes
Don't touch me, I'm sick, you whisper
But I hear only what I choose
Hello my good old friend
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Or will I look back and stare in wonder
If she's way back there
Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel
And I'm left alone
You know that feeling of fear and desperation
In the pit of your stomach, making you nauseous
Excitement, apprehension, you wish you could lose it all
When your head spins and your stomach swells
The fear of dealing with this is stronger than
The fear of just forgetting this
And future, I'm scared of you
I swear I'll find my way back to the light
Now that I'm left alone
