Erase these memories
Of bad times passed away...

I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the lies...

Breathing through the pain
I lie down in the rain...

Hey you over there!
Whats it like to have no hair...

Hoping theres something inside me thats still sane
I need to feel relief that Ive come clean...

With all the blood stained cloths
And the red tissues in the bin...