Norma Jean - Surrender Your Sons

Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes Don't touch me. I'm sick. You whisper. But I hear only what I choose. Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone You know that feeling of fear and desperation in the pit Of your stomach making you nauseous Excitement apprehension you wish you could lose it all When your head spins and your stomach swells The fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just Forgetting this and future I am scared of you I swear I'll find my way back to the light now that I'm left alone