“I push my fingers into my eyes
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it’s made of all the things I have to take 
Jesus, it never ends, it works it’s way inside 
If the pain goes on”

Put me back together or separate the skin from bone
Leave me all the pieces, then you can leave me alone
Tell me the reality is better than the dream
But I found out the hard way, nothing is what it seems

Thanks to my Model Chanson d’hiver