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