Hole

 

Carry me back to-

Your womb.

I don’t want to see-

This doom.

I’ve lost enough-

When I see this room!

 

I’ve made a room to carry you

In my heart.

I’ve built with sticks and bones

In my heart.

I’ve waited, I’ve waited

In my heart.

But now I’m lost-

Lost in the dark!

 

How much can I suffer-

When there’s no place to rest!

How much should I cry-

When the tears have run dry!

How old do I have to be-

When there isn’t any more to be!

 

So, carry me back to the womb,

I think that’s where I’ll build my tomb.