my plea
come, enclose me in your arms
hold me, keep me warm
say it's ok to crumble
let's not speak more
let's not even sing to cheer me up
I'm so tired I feel sick,
my mouth is made of cardboard
pressure behind my eyes,
iron mask on my head weighs a ton
I'm not made of steel and will never be,
no matter what they say and want to believe
I'm human
I long to turn into sand and scatter across the desert
come, numb me
lull me to sleep
hold me, keep me warm
say it's ok to crumble
let's not speak more
let's not even sing to cheer me up
I'm so tired I feel sick,
my mouth is made of cardboard
pressure behind my eyes,
iron mask on my head weighs a ton
I'm not made of steel and will never be,
no matter what they say and want to believe
I'm human
I long to turn into sand and scatter across the desert
come, numb me
lull me to sleep
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