Wound me up, wound me up
Don't you love seeing me fucked up
wound me up, shake me up
maybe it will hurt less
when I'm dropped
like glass about to fall
and shatter all over the floor
piece by piece, bit by bit
the shame of it laid out for everyone to see
and I can't cover a thing
I can't enclose it, compartmentalize it
the agony spills out and over
it stains my blankets and pillows
the nasty morning reminder
right after you're not there
And everyone leaves
because that's what you're told
and that's what you choose to believe
and that's what you do to me
Wound me up, wound me up
like a silly toy with no expression
wound me up, shake me up
maybe it will hurt less
when I'm dropped
because I can't stand anymore
I can't breathe, there's no air
I'm not going backwards
I'm just falling down
