She's sitting,
in the middle of the room...

Lift up a rock,
where my soul is hidden...

Sometimes I'm sad and I do things. Things to...

You don't mean a thing!
Nothing...

Laying here,
trapt...

Something inside me.
stirred...

You are the problem.
Don't you understand...

As you lay before me,
on the cold,damp ground...

Sitting in this darkness,
quiet is the sound...

-I am nothing.
I am worth nothing...

I cry myself to sleep,
the tears of my life stream down my cheeks...