Play dead again. It just might stop before the end.
If I pretend you may not see the pain I’m in.
So close to me, can’t tell what I’m supposed to be.
Don’t stop to breathe, can’t bear to think what you might see.
This tourniquet, these blessed hands around my head
So I can keep from…
I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts.
Finding its way through my veins right to my heart.
I never thought it something everyone could see.
And it kills within me.