I cover my eyes to hide the heart   Of an angel possessed and held under your thumb   Can’t move or else my stitches will get torn apart   I’m losing the plot but my number’s come up      Are you talking to yourself   Or do I turn your stomach round      I stare at the wall and see your face   I’m sick of it all would you please go away   My life is getting shorter every single day   You waste my time and my mind just deteriorates      Are you talking to yourself   Or do I turn your stomach round      My feet are slowly wearing thin   I walked a thousand miles back then   But here am I just falling down again   It’s you again, I can’t get up, you’re not in love