I look at all the filth and see a beauty I'd define
As something only humans would be sure to recognize
A hand upon the skin and every nerve will seek its warmth
But there is just enough of it to leave you wanting more
I should've never done it says my hazy little head
I'm sick of being wanted and I'm sick of being read
Remember what I told you when you asked me what you did
I could regret it now but I can see we needed it
I've been beneath the earth, a disappearing kind of girl
And everybody knew it, no surprising all the world
But coming from the person I have met within myself
I've learned to understand I am to be nobody else
I haven't what it takes to put my body in the sky
So here is my confession: I am not afraid to die