Fear love.
A failure to nothing but an empty shape.
We collide and we’re dead on.
Are you tired enough?
I think I hurt your head enough.
Bruising me the first touch.
Well fall asleep.
Well close it up.
Count the days till you get rid of me.
Till I fall asleep.
I am meaningless.
Endlessly you feel fine if you could bury me.
Six feet underneath.
I won’t see it.
And now I’m recklessly ending it
as it falls from the stage to the floor.
The day ends when I say it does.
I’m afraid of him.
I’m afraid of him.
My mother sings when she’s afraid of me because I hurt her more.
More than the son she sees.
It scares her half to death.
My father sings when he’s afraid of me because I hurt him more.
More than the son he sees.
It scares us all to death
