i give myself away wholeheartedly
over and over again.
it's a disease;
i can't stop until they're sick of me.
i just wanted to be stored whole
even if kept somewhere else.
it's the end of the start;
there're no curiosities left.
i want to disguise myself
as something you'll love,
something that will make you hold on to me.
i never know when the alarm will ring,
but i know the clock is ticking.
there's no mystery left.
it's the start of the end.
