Sometimes I pray and sometimes I get an answer. And for a second or two I feel happy. But that's not how it's supposed to be is it?
Let me scream as I want to, don't worry about the knives on the table
and please don't notice the scars on my arm

sometimes I think it's all going to work out just right
and then I look around me and notice that no,
it's just me
but don't worry
the blood drawn is punishment enough
I don't know what I do wrong but there must be something
why else would I be feeling like this?