This applies to the part of me that isn't me. The one that I hate. The one that makes me exhausted and scared and bitter and hurtful. I don't understand that part of me. And when I write it like this, I know it doesn't make sense to anyone else but me, but... But... I'm not saying that I, me, the part of me that thinks and breathes and feels can't be scared or bitter or hurtful. But there's something else there. Something that always keeps its hand pressed to my heart, but it's not a comfort because it's crushing it and I can't breathe when it's there and it makes me into something or someone crazy and it keeps me from letting go of anything at all. Nothing goes away. Everything always stays. Always. A desperate thought, feeling - "it's not my fault!" screaming from within all my cells. And I'm so tired.
I'm not always like this
it's something I become
a terrible weakness
in my nature, in my blood
save me, oh, save me
save me from myself
before I hurt someone else again
domino motion
jump starts when we touch
the blackout approaching
here it comes now, wish me luck
it's all over, it's all over
it's all over in a flash
I can't remember, what have I done now?
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
oh, my head hurts
oh dear, oh dear
it's all over the papers
on the tv, wagging tongues
the artist's impression
looks just like me, only better
don't blame me, don't maim me
I can't help what I am
oh, lord knows I've tried to
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
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