I was gripped with a bitter fear Worried the one thing that I loved Back when I was just a kid Might now never be enough That the body I was in Might belong to someone else Someone kinder, someone surer Someone innocent, young and beautiful Someone purer I was scratching at my skin Hoping changes would begin But what laid beneath was blood Well, of course. What the hell was I thinking of? Won't you take me down to the creek Wash away our sins and sleep? I feel so tired, as though I might not wake at all on the other side That's no way to go











