Sometimes I think there’s nobody I can trust

I think that all the love I’ve ever lost has been lust

When Everything I know falls apart at the seams

And I’ve lost sight of my fragile but dear dreams

I run crying away like a child and hide in some stupid place

Everything inside becomes blurred and not quite right

Then my heart feels like someone came and took a bite

I cease to function, I lie awake but dead in my sheets

And still my stupid heart continues to waste its beats

I’m alive in my head, but I know … I’d be better of dead