Tiny little tippy toes, Eight Zip zippity zip across, Wait Silk strings float upon the air, Fly Invisible trap of death, Sly Needle sharp two juicy fangs Poke Merry-go-round goes dinner Choke Save the fat one for later Date Tiny little beady eyes, Eight
I don't feel right Haven't been myself since that night I cant tell you 'cause you have your own troubles too Keep playin' it in my head Hearin' those words, she is dead I close my eyes The deafening sound of my cries I hold your coat Pretending to hug you, I choke I don't want to go back home Restless soul, alone I roam
It festers and it boils Wrapped up tight in a coil Stuff it down once more so deep Try to have a full nights sleep Creeps and crawls into my dreams Left me bursting at the seams Add some stitches, that will do And a pin or maybe two
I let it go and gave it to you With a heavy heart turning to new Ah that feels good, feels so good to say You take my pain, taken it away Now finally it is time to heal Rebuild into something that is real