Cut me wide and let me pour out
A few things most don't know about
Until there is nothing left but drought
No real signs of life in my eyes
Death would rid me of my disguise
Pretending to be a person who actually tries
To listen and talk and be there
It's not like I really want to care
I have to, because guilt is a burden I bear
Now hit me again and put some sting on it
Hit me again, hit me agin, kill it
And agian
And again
And again
And again