and I’m crumbling, I’m stumbling, oh,
now I’m falling, hear my name that you’ve been calling,
but can’t see the light. can’t stop the fight,
and torn the fuck apart. and of course, all of this leads to a perpetually broken heart.
maybe I’ll end up slipping, end up flipping.
take them out, tell them what this is – tell them what it’s all about.
and then, they’ll know what pain is, they’ll know what shame is,
and they’ll be just like me.