I've drowned myself downstairs with sad songs and poems

Do your ever ask about the problem?

I stole a few bucks from the purse under your bed for attention

Do you ever ask about the problem?

I hurt everybody more than I hurt myself with a knife, and it's stabbed my arms

Do you ever ask about the problem?

And you kept me with the horses, and won't let me slam the ram, why can't I?

Did you catch the fox, dear mother?

All the monsters in my bedroom are looking for the answer

About the shadows that guiding my footstep

Wherever you go, I wish you'll never come home