This angry door is a blessed obstruction to me a simple distraction to the mind, and I tear my foot from the ground and I’m desperate to let it all out and everything’s screaming and muffled and merging inside of me hurting it's feeding the feelings the same and I feel
I always feel this awkward and yes my state of minds a mess but it's all good you know that it's all good tomorrow I won’t remember. (x2)
Another mercenary got to keep my feet beneath me seems I’m out of control again and now she’s touching her mouth and now she’s pinning me down and my spine is hurting it's sticky it's all such a pity I’m not in the game and I know who’s to blame and I feel