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
And the hurting stops.