I will cry myself to sleep tonight
I will let the tears pour till my head starts to pound
I will run the shower till I get to shiver
I will wait till the fever comes to claim me
I will roll around the bed never getting up
I won't tend to the grumbles of my empty belly
I will let it all fester until it's true pain that I feel
Until the throbbing ache in my chest, I feel no more
Until my mind's too dazed to think, to remember
Yes, if it can, death too can come to claim me
Poor silly me fell again
Poor silly me has lost again