Numb

It's not welcome, though it's welcome here In the midst of pain and empty games Use me up, I'm tired of trying Release me with your pleasure, with your lying End of Summer gloom, I am consumed The end of Summer gloom, I am, I am consumed And now I feel used again Filling the void has no end And the highs became less and less As did, your interest My lows became their best, their best They feed on my distress Validation from nothing real You let me forget how to feel And I find a safe relic to hide in Silence is fine in my bad times Alone at last, I must be free, I must be free And love me, love me, love me, love me I love, do you love me And love me, love me, love me, love me I love, do you love me And love me, love me, love me, love me I love, do you love me