Please don't describe the way it feels to younThe way it feelsnIn other wordsnIn other wordsnnThe human race it wishes to relatenIts thoughts and rhymesnTo other worldsnIn other wordsnnSome things we push away, the thoughts of younWithout menThey seem to staynAnd play with mennAnd when I listen to someone elsenIt makes me thinknThat I can kill myselfnAnd somehow save myselfnnI'll catch you next time that I fallnIf you promise that you'll call againnI'll call you back againnnThere comes a time when the lights are onnAnd no one's homenBecause you leftnYou left them onnnIt feels good to know that someone's out of mindnOut of timenOnly to think of younnAnd when I listen to someone elsenIt makes me feel like I should kill myselfnAnd maybe save myselfnnAnd when I listen to myselfnI think that everyone else should kill themselvesnAnd maybe, save themselves nnPlease don't describe the way it feels to younThe way it feelsnIn other wordsnIn other wordsnnThe human race it wishes to relatenIts thoughts and rhymesnTo other worldsnIn other wordsnnSome things we push away, the thoughts of younWithout menThey seem to staynAnd play with mennAnd when I listen to someone elsenIt makes me thinknThat I can kill myselfnAnd somehow save myself