You burn, Burn, BURN ME.
How could this situation,
Come to end in consternation?
I don't understand this station,
Change the radio....
Hold me tight, you said you'd always,
But you lied, you left me crawling.
Nothings right, but I'm still falling,
Down the rabbit hole.
If you were Alice and I, the Mad Hatter...
Then it was madness,
That we ever thought we mattered.
To souls interposed,
How could I think I had her?
All I think now is sleep.