Woorden: Tapping The Vein. Everything.

They Tell Me I Have To Get Out Of Bed
They Tell Me I Have To Keep Up My Strength
I've Got To Eat Something
I'm Hoping That The Taste Will Kill Me
I Have Agonized To Find A Different Way

And There Is No Soothing For The Boiling Of My Skin
There Is No Comfort Here

So What If I'm Standing Here?
I Still Hurt From My Hair To My Feet
I Know This Is Nothing Now But Once It Was