Blood running, faster and faster
Going, going, going
No one to tell, no one to turn to
Who will be there at the end?
Is it worth it? Is it all just fake?
Happiness is fake, a state of mind unknown to me
Pain is the only one I know
The only comforting feeling
My guitar lays, untouched
No beautiful music to be made
There isn't enough will to manipulate it
I manipulate other things, only to comfort myself
Manipulation helps me feel human
I can manipulate you...make you believe I'm something else - happy
But...happiness is fake, a state of mind unknown to me
Pain is the only one I know
The only comforting feeling
Why...can't this stop?
Why...can't I make you stop?
The tables have turned...you can manipulate me
Make me believe I'm happy
You...you...can make me believe I'm happy
