I SENT YOU A LETTER, I'M STICKING TO MY SIDE THOUGH I MY FEEL BETTER IF THAT SIDE OF ME DIED AND EVERY POET PATS HIMSELF ON THE BACK YOU KNOW I'M NO TYPE OF PROPHET I'M SLIPPING THROUgH THE CRACKS AND MAybe SOME DAY I'LL BOUNCE BACK TODAY IS SOMEDAY AND THAT'S A FACT I WOKE INSIDE OF A COFFIN I DIDN'T CATCH THE STING IT HAPPENS ALL TOO OFTEN WHEN THE ALARM CLOCK RINGS NO I SWEAR I DIDN'T FEEL THE STING WHEN THE GREEN MEN MARCH THEY'LL SHOOT AT ANYTHING I TURN TO MYSELF, MYSELF TURNS TO MY FEAR MY FEAR IS TURNING TO MYSELF AND SEEING NOTHING HERE I TURN TO MY LOVER, MY LOVES WITHOUT A CARE HOW CAN MY LOVER TURN TO ME WHEN I AM BARELY THERE I TURN TO MY IDOLS, MY IDOLS UP AND DIED THEY GAVE ME A FALSE HOPE TO SEEK, A HOPE THAT ENDS IN LIES I TURN TO YOU, ARE YOU MY ONLY FRIEND YOU GIVE TO ME AND TAKE AWAY AND IT JUST MIGHT BE MY END I FEEL ALRIGHT