My youth worn down by choices
That grasp me 'round the throat...

You're a need, not a want, in their mind
And they don't care what evil they find...

How many times
Must I crack myself apart...

I think I'd rather be liked than known
And I know myself so much less than I should...

Perhaps in another lifetime I'd let myself be held
While tears shine like starlight on the tabletop...

I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...

Let me be a monster.
Then I can trust...

What do you do with the empty space
When your memory starts to forget their face...

Your fingers wander up my spine
Piercing through hazy nightmares...

Climb from your dark cave
Where cramped corners force...

Fear has slithered into my bones
I am nothing but a rotten corpse...

I started my destruction
So early and so well...