That June was fatal
I was 21and  drowning in daze
Numb in my cellar cradle
To a Cocteau Twins through a midday sparkling haze

Scars went down my arms and legs and broken soul
Since I walked this self-harm alley
Strolling round  maniacally
Lifeless mind,numb and cold

Pills scattered like a nailbombs
Pushed me deep down to a crippled womb
Neither Heaven nor Las Vegas
But a valley of  fake healers