i want to find a way
out of this paper bag
i've gone and lost myself in,
couldn't cut myself out of,
don't have the scissors, not
skilled enough, willed enough
to fight back, force myself up
and i'm scared
i'm scared of what
i don't know, i don't know
anything anymore
this is all so
strange, strong, brave
new world i dare not set foot in
but i'm
living in it, every day, where
do i live? do i live?

and here i'm going all solipsist, nonono,
i don't have the gall to believe i'm
all alone, i hate being alone
to be alone would be to
die, over and over,
i'm not strong enough to be

alone.