You empty out your stomach,
So everyone can see that you are as black as the basement,
And just as wicked as me.
But my God, what a mess I've made,
My God, what a mess I made.
You stare in a way I once thought was stunning,
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.
You changed back into your clothes, while I was thinking.
My body is sick, yeah, it never stops breathing