In this wretchedness of royal regret,

I find it's myself that I always forget.

I've lost who I am,

The meaning is dull.

Like a blade used to much,

To clean the soul.

I want to skin me alive,

And hang me to dry.

Paint me a picture,

Tell me a lie.

I can't feel the skin,

My hearts gone numb.

I'm drunk on despair,

I'm blind and dumb.

My pain is a lover,

It's the only touch I know.

I cling to my responsibilities,

When all I want to do is let go.