Is this real or is it a dream  I can't seem to tell the difference anymore  Caught between needings  And the need to be real  Your open arms gaping  Like a busted sore  I turn and burn my back like a rack  Your tourniquet twists me  Dangerous red  I breath in the air  It's pavement gray  It shrinks my skin  And I've done nothing wrong  I drop to my knees and work my skin  I feel this life pumping right through me  Love and death die on the dirty floor  Your upturned face doesn't even see  That this is all  I'll ever have  Cause I don't know  What I want  But something inside  Something inside  Something inside  I've done nothing wrong