Hung in Your Room, Swaying, Hoping Only That You'll See. All By Myself, I'm Alone in Such Poor Company. The Deeper I Think, the Deeper I Seem to Sink. I Can't Stop the Insects That Are Feeding, Pull the Needles From Beneath My Skin. I Broke Myself, Shattered, Tied a Bow Around Every Piece. You'll Love the Eyes. Have They Always Shone So Vacantly? The More I Show the Less You'll Want to Know. I Can't Stop the Insects That Are Feeding , Pull the Needles From Beneath My Skin. Now I'm On Display, I Am Becoming. Hurt Myself Today. It's All For You Do You Like What I'm Becoming? Cut Myself Today, It's All For You. I Part the Night, Flashing, Approaching As I Watch You Flee. Pushed Through Your Panes. Seems I've Landed Quite Uncomfortably, But As I Pass Through Souls of Broken Glass, I Can't Stop the Insects That Are Feeding, Pull the Needles From Beneath My Skin. Please Don't Ask Me What I Think, Trust Me, You Don't Want to Know. Please Don't Ask Me to Open Up. Trust Me. Trust Me. 'cause I Can't.