Darling, stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful embraces
don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here
where no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
I play dead : it stops the hurting
I play dead : and the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache
I play dead : it stops the hurting
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