A few renditions are nothing at all 
But if I copied their strife 
Would you notice my fall

Imitating Essence

I simply cannot see the way I should go
Or even if I should still go; Now that everything has finished, how do I start again? How do I pick myself up again?
Humpty-dumpty, I'll pick myself up
and then,
Where?
Where do I go now?

Humpty-Dumpty

darling darling darling darling
tell me none of this was real
that it was all in my head
so i have no expectations for the future
from you, myself or anybody else
who might walk into my life
crawl into my head
break into my heart
or fall into my bed