See

When i'm alone and cold, when nothing makes sense,
when the pain is all that's real.
I pray for a day that i could be free,
I pray that i will not feel.

I hope that i could run away,
and no one would follow me.
But I know this is something i cannot do,
as i am still just cowardly me.

I don't give a damn about what you want,
you never thought twice about me.
So when i scowl at your entwined fingers,
don't for a second think it's jealousy.

So sitting here I'm thinking,
about my request more carefully.
I don't think i want to be numb just yet,
so my anger you can see.