This only thing i care about
Steadily it's running out
This isn't true
This isn't happening to me
But cannot make it disappear so let's play dead my dear,
just fake dead, oh God.

You wouldn't understand-if i told you won't stand
You wouldn't understand-bury your face behind my hand
You wouldn't understand-and you wouldn't be my friend
You wouldn't understand at all.

Precious, my precious, another breakdown getting serious
better much better, when i leave myself, change it to someone
else, someone better, you don't have to burn your forehead
again, so much better you don't have to burn your forehead
again for me, for me.