Something quite extraordinary
Takes my tongue from me
Saying things I don't mean
Describing things I've not seen
Close to me but not inside
I know closet parasite
Sold myself a mortuary
Now loss is gain and I am here
And I'm so very tired of being used
But what else can I do?
Never wanted just to sell you
Just to tell you why
Never wanted just to heal you
Just to hear you cry