The Rasmus
Play Dead
Darling stop confusing me With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here where No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting
I play dead And the hurting stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every ache
I play dead, It stops the hurting
From Letras Mania