Oh, the sweet surrender to the water closing over<BR>
<BR>
I can feel my face has gone hard again<BR>
Everything as fragile as dime store glass<BR>
And it's not so much the desire to blow my<BR>
brains out that surprises me <BR>
So much as the desire to take you with me<BR>
<BR>
Why should I show you mercy?<BR>
The world has shown none to me<BR>
<BR>
I'm leaving now<BR>
One way or the other<BR>
Pick your exit door<BR>
<BR>
Wishing you were dead<BR>
Doesn't make you suicidal<BR>
Just a quitter<BR>
And a coward<BR>
<BR>
This blackness has wrapped around my soul<BR>
and consumed my happiness<BR>
The well has gone dry<BR>
There is so little me left<BR>
The is nothing left for you<BR>
So quit asking<BR>
The dustbowl days are here again<BR>
<BR>
And now I know why the old people are brittle and cynical and hard<BR>
And now I wonder why it takes them so long<BR>
<BR>
I've lived in someone else's world for so long<BR>
of pain and doubt and uncertainty<BR>
and I'd like to go home now, please<BR>