| A version of me crawls from under my bed | |
| She sits on a chair with a cloud for a head | |
| Playing me music that I’ve never heard | |
| Like thousands of bats singing "your love is dead" | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I'm locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can't keep on faking it like this | |
| I don't wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out | |
| A spider falls down from her hair | |
| Forty black eyes and a smile of despair | |
| Inside its eyes a massage revealed | |
| Truth is blood a knife cannot spill | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I'm locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can't keep on faking it like this | |
| I don't wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out |
| A version of me crawls from under my bed | |
| She sits on a chair with a cloud for a head | |
| Playing me music that I' ve never heard | |
| Like thousands of bats singing " your love is dead" | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I' m locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can' t keep on faking it like this | |
| I don' t wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out | |
| A spider falls down from her hair | |
| Forty black eyes and a smile of despair | |
| Inside its eyes a massage revealed | |
| Truth is blood a knife cannot spill | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I' m locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can' t keep on faking it like this | |
| I don' t wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out |
| A version of me crawls from under my bed | |
| She sits on a chair with a cloud for a head | |
| Playing me music that I' ve never heard | |
| Like thousands of bats singing " your love is dead" | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I' m locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can' t keep on faking it like this | |
| I don' t wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out | |
| A spider falls down from her hair | |
| Forty black eyes and a smile of despair | |
| Inside its eyes a massage revealed | |
| Truth is blood a knife cannot spill | |
| I can no longer carry on like this | |
| I' m locked inside give me the keys | |
| Please someone let me out | |
| I can' t keep on faking it like this | |
| I don' t wanna carry on like this | |
| Please someone help me out |