I keep holding on to something
I never had the chance to grasp...

There's a hole inside me,
Waiting to burst...

One day
Six scars...

I count down the hours with each of my tears,
It's been days since I've felt a dry cheek...

Don't look at me with those eyes
Or smile with your sly grin...

The truth about heaven
It's dark and gray and cold...

In this field
In my cage...

This sickness throbs inside my veins
Pounding against my head...

Walking down the city street,
Not knowing what to say...

I don't know why it hurts me
But it does...

I don't know how I got here,
But I can't find an escape...

I remember the day you told me
Honey, Santa isn't real...