So I want you for me to die Hide your bloodveined eyes Swallow your loneliness The voice pressures in Your words that ask for me The joy of being needed I bite my nails just a little Hide your crying wrists The spilling milk Thepersistent cat becomes silent You don't want it but can't take your eyes off of the spilled milk Is that love ? Mistake ?I look at you just a little I picture the swaying vision Of the reality becoming real You test me persistently You get angry when I don't agree You lose yourself And I fall in love with you once again Can't be touched Won't be touchedblind sorrow I know it's hard for you to wait for me, so don't cry, go ahead and sleep What do you want from me? If I say to you that you look beautiful, will you be able to sleep? You stare at the flowers by the window, without even blinking You want what you can't have, You wish to be pregnant But the only thing you can't hear is this child's... It's so dark and dark and dreadful Lets calm down with an old tale I am good at pretending to cry So I spill the milk and smile and I yell her the truth about not being pregnant Don't do an excessive thing.
So I want you for me to die Hide your bloodveined eyes Swallow your loneliness The voice pressures in Your words that ask for me The joy of being needed I bite my nails just a little Hide your crying wrists The spilling milk Thepersistent cat becomes silent You don't want it but can't take your eyes off of the spilled milk Is that love ? Mistake ?I look at you just a little I picture the swaying vision Of the reality becoming real You test me persistently You get angry when I don't agree You lose yourself And I fall in love with you once again Can't be touched Won't be touchedblind sorrow I know it's hard for you to wait for me, so don't cry, go ahead and sleep What do you want from me? If I say to you that you look beautiful, will you be able to sleep? You stare at the flowers by the window, without even blinking You want what you can't have, You wish to be pregnant But the only thing you can't hear is this child's... It's so dark and dark and dreadful Lets calm down with an old tale I am good at pretending to cry So I spill the milk and smile and I yell her the truth about not being pregnant Don't do an excessive thing.
