Who could cry for me?
Haunting my heart,
A skeleton ship sailing on course
With a corpse holding the oar.
Lost in the ocean,
I'm here to stay.
I could say I'm okay--
Less questions make it better.
I want to learn to love this watery grave, to
Make me believe I will return to innocence, to
Make me believe I am worth crying over,
Even if no one does in the end.