They're showers that sting
And sleeves pulled down
They're piled up bracelets
And thoughts that can't seem to be gone
They're: "cats don't like me"
And: "I'm clumsy on my feet"
They're flowing tears
and a will stopped beat
They're hollow, dry eyes
And a pitless, empty heart
They're a game of peek a boo on your own
And the feeling of loneliness that will never be gone.
They're the craving for pain
And the fear of being found
They're the blood drenched towels
And the hunger growling like a hound
