Cure me The pain spills The scent of flowers on my bed Can't you see I'm sick to death of it It eats me From the inside The scent of flowers on my bed Can't you see I'm sick to death Hold my hand to let me know you care For better or for worse I didn't know what worse could be I am no longer there All there is to do is Sit and grip the chair Oh, it eats at me Break me down and see All that I will be In weakness I bow my head Fighting thoughts that now Want me dead Cure me The pain spills The scent of flowers on my bed Can't you see I'm sick to death of it It eats me From the inside The scent of flowers on my bed Can't you see I'm sick to death