There’s a hole in my head,
Where all the good thoughts go
And sometimes I’m left alone,
With only the dark of me,

There’s a hole in my head,
Down which I can slip
And lose myself, within myself,

There’s a hole in my head,
Where I’m not myself
And nothing is as it seems,

I call it paranoia,
I call it pain,
I call it hate,
I call it shame,
I call it everything that I hate,
about me, myself and i