Woorden: Toad The Wet Sprocket. Pale. Torn.

I fear nothing
Besides myself
Please don't touch me
Love like an infant trying to stand up

Am I two souls
One hard, one whole?
Am I real?
I don't want to feel anything, anymore

I feel nothing
Besides this pain
Please don't touch me
Love like an infant, scared and crawling

Am I two souls
One hard, one whole?
Am I real?
I don't want to feel anything, anymore