Darling, stop confusing me, With your wishful thinking. Hopeful embraces, Don't you understand? Ihave to go through this, I belong to care where no-one cares, And no-one loves. No light no air to live in, A place called hate, The City of Death.
I play dead, It stops the hurting. I play dead, And the hurt stops. Its sometimes just like sleeping, Curling up inside my private tortures. I nestle into pain, Hug suffering, caress every nerve (?).
I play dead, ( ) It stops the hurting. ( repeat to fade )
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