Im wasted losing time.
Im a foolish fragile spine.
I want all that is not mine,
I want him but were not right.
In the darkness I will meet my creators
and they will all agree that Im a suffocator.
I should go now quietly
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds.
All my limbs can become trees.
All my children can become me.
What a mess I leave to follow, to follow.
In the darkness I will meet my creators,
they will all agree Im a suffocator.
Oh Lord, Im sorry if I smothered you.
Im sorry if I smothered you.
I sometimes wish Id stayed inside my mother,
never to come out.