- cifra
Wake me before I sleep
On your couch I did weep
About the good things in life
About the bad things in life
Life's opinion is so stretched out
Self pity is what its all about
Self ugliness rules the world
It takes over all little girls
Walk me through my own private hell
The statue I disdain meets me in hell
Even it gives mourning
Join in hate give mourning
And run to my broken wing
