In an hour
I'll be sitting
In a room
Without mirrors
In an hour
I'll be lying
On a bed
Without nails

It's never quite as ruthless
As you try to make it seem

And I can't hold myself together
When you turn away from me

In a minute
I'll be weeping
In a room
Without people
In a minute
I'll be writing
In a language
You don't understand

It's never quite as ruthless
As you try to make it seem

And I can't hold the guilt away
Much longer if I stay awake

SOLO SORT OF BIT

I'm a liar
I'm a bastard
I am not
Malicious
I'm a cancer
I'm a disease
In my own world
Do not disturb me

It's never quite as ruthless
As you try to make it seem

But sometimes
Sometimes
It's quite bad enough