I've been losing you for days playing this game
I've been using up again my ways to kill this pain
My reasons propped up on this candy cane
It cures my stroke of bad luck and my heart attack of shame
I'd bail out if it made me free, I'd bail out if it made you see
I'd run but I can barely breatheI'd rather run away, crawl away
Than have you perceive my slow decay
I can barely breathe and these cuts heal but they won't bleed
We could have a knock-down-drag-out
Or face what's been the case...
But it could end up in disgrace
