Misfortunes in a Spotless Mind

Sketches drawn on harsh cold paper
Another nugget for the dust-bin
A spotless mind - one in a kind
What does it hide, what troubles may I find?
The desk is set on fire
My hands are now burning

Care, not caring for anyone but myself I want you
Maybe not I don't know

Flares sent through the spotless mind
Another bullet in the chest
Misfortunes strikes no matter what
This string is cut the drawer is shut
I would really like to see
The inside of your heart

Bloody thumbtacks all over my floor
Making each step very painful
Self-control - tearing soul
This is a minor role - nothing as a whole
Please do not act for me
It is you I need to see