I feel strangled. I feel torn into insufficient amounts of two. Is this a sign of what I'm made of, or how I allow myself to be treated? Grab the wrists, pull away. I don't want to die today, so I won't. I can't believe this is me, well you're drowning me with my own hate, so I... Do you feel they're laughing at you through the TV? I know I do. Do you wonder how they get away with that sh** they say? I was the glue that held us together. I'll be that f**ing stitch forever. When you feel like there's nothing left inside of you just remember I wanted something I could hold onto... Are the mental restraints a good replacement for me? It's such a pretty sound, ear to the ground.