This only thing i care about Steadily it's running out This isn't true This isn't happening to me But cannot make it disappear so let's play dead my dear, just fake dead, oh God. You wouldn't understand-if i told you won't stand You wouldn't understand-bury your face behind my hand You wouldn't understand-and you wouldn't be my friend You wouldn't understand at all. Precious, my precious, another breakdown getting serious better much better, when i leave myself, change it to someone else, someone better, you don't have to burn your forehead again, so much better you don't have to burn your forehead again for me, for me.