Where do I put the shame?   It feels like a broken toy   I can't play with anymore.   Where do I put the hate   to a pixilated screen?   I can't watch anymore.   All I know is that   I'm here drifting   somewhere in the vast   somewhere in the eternity,   and I never want to leave.   Where do I put the books?   There's so many I could read,   but they are all filled with lies.   Where do I put the lies?   There's so many I could say,   but it seems they're in the books.   I have faith that you're out there, living high   up in the vast,   somewhere in eternity,   and you're never going to leave.   Have I been telling   lies to myself?   Hold me now. You know,    I am so afraid to be at all.   Have I been telling lies to myself?   Hold me now. You know,   I am so afraid to love at all   Where do I put the love?   Where do I put the love?