I'd pack it in, but my bags weigh too much
We dance around but our fingers never touch
I'm trying live, instead I haunt
I'm something to believe in, if you want
I'll do something else when I learn how
I've nothing good inside me now
Drafting myself, sight unseen
A collage of faces from old magazines
Don't want to be selfish, don't want to be vain
Don't want my children to feel my pain
If there's some way, tell me how
I've nothing good inside me now