His little whispers,nLove me. Love me.nThat's all I ask for,nLove me. Love me.nnHe battered his tiny fists to feel somethingnWondered what it's like to touch and feel somethingnnMonster, How should I feelnHonest romance,nLooking through the windows,nI will hear their voices,nI'm a glass child,nI am Hannah's regretsnnThat night he caged her,nBruised and broke her,nHe struggled closer,nThen he stole her.nnViolet wrists and then her ankles, Silent painnThen he slowly saw his nightmares were his dreamsnnOh, ohnCheap love and cheap skinnOh, ohnIt speaks and he livesnnMonsternHow should I feel?nHonest romancenLooking through the windowsnI will hear their voicesnI'm a glass childnI'm Hannah's tears and regretsnnThere he goes, There he goesnHe's dipping all down to the floornTurn around, Turn aroundnThey're running him into the groundnSecret safe, Secret soundnDon't let him know that he is deadnHe's in the same bloody hall with a size twenty heartnDrinking his own black bloodnnMonster, so who's the monster?nnMonster! How do I feel? How do I feel?nMonster! How do I feel? How do I feel?nnSo he turned the sheets down,nAnd fell into a sleepless dreamnOf bathtub's full of kerosene and glow flies,nAll the lovely clouds in black and whitenAnd he carved up room keys and closed his ears with pillow lace,nTheir words murder to his ears somehow got tattooed in his veins.n