I'm crying into your breast
And I can't speak
"Kiss me," I said, "It'll be a dream"
"Just so that I can feel something
That isn't regret"
And it was warm
And it was nice
But I soon remembered
Like a flash before death
Every stupid f*cking thing I've said
And I began to cry again
I know it will happen every night
Who will I cry to then?
It wasn't me it was my brain
This isn't me, was never me
Isn't this mind such a burden? Isn't it all just a burden to me?