I don’t want to feel
Because the feelings burn so hot within.
It drips like kerosene
Deep into my lungs and onto my skin.
Why can’t I feel?
Because the pain inside becomes all too real.
My heart and mind are made up
And there’s no point in trying to hide it.
Too much to cop to, too much to admit.
I’ll go up to the rooftop near the broken glass.
In the pouring rain I’ll be the fool who asks,
‘Why am I hiding what’s inside me?’
‘Why am I hiding what’s inside me?’
I’ve got this purplish black eye.
And as you pack up and say goodbye
You kiss it, even though I caught it from you.
Reminding me that what’s hidden is still true.