I hope you never have to understand The insatiable need To prove to people That you have been hurt
One of the few songs I've ever written.
Could you imagine a life with no escapes? No way to forget about your reality? Even for just a day?
Before even uttering a word I know not an eye will glisten My way Or bother to stay Around, to hear What I want to say
The white noise is deafening Taking every breath of me This is just a memory It will be the death of me
I was in control Not you Not your body It was me.