Thank you for your time. Yeah! Darling, Stop confusing me With your wishful thinking. Hopeful embraces. Don't you understand? I have to go through this. I belong to here where no one cares and no one loves. No light, no air to live in. A place called hate. The city of fear. Joy, Joy, APPLAUSE I play dead... It stops this day... I play dead... And the hurt stops... It's sometimes just like sleeping... Curling up inside my private tortures... I nestle into pain... Hug suffering... Caress everything... Until... I'm... I play dead... It stops this day... I play dead... It stops this day...
