Sharpened Nails Seem Softer

You're breaking my heart...

Never have I meant those words in the way that I mean them now.

I need to get away. I can't see clearly here. You put a thick fog on reality. Before, it was all in my head, and now it's in front of my face. I'm living on the verge of tears for you, and you won't even see it.

I want to be sick.

This is why I build my walls. All of my life I've loved you and now you're dying. Can't anyone else see?

Imagine a pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the filth

And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

You're singing it too.