Don't tell me I can—
I can't

I'm tired and afraid
I tiptoe

Please leave me alone
But don't go

I'm tired and disturbed
It's wonderful

All over the place
And nowhere at all

I don't want to heal
It burdens my soul

It used to be your pleasure I soaked up with the tissues
Now they can't seem to get enough of my tears
Sometimes I let them be when I lay down to sleep
They roll down my face as if in a race and I'll bet on which one first reaches my ears
It's the only thing I haven't been wrong about in years