Question X, Y

As every night turns into day I feel made of clay Words are only sounds But not in my head Love turns to hate, hate I was born as a boy But I don't feel like I'll interrupt myself Before I finish that sentence I went to the ocean and dug a big hole So I could lie down, down Would you hold on if I went out? Black as the night, night Let the water wash over my head I have played my role I'll go to bed I don't wanna be dead Would you hold on to my ghost? I feel sick at my body host On the phone you sound just as alone I'm just a kid, I'm just a child Question why did I get X, Y I'm just a kid, I'm just a child Question why did I get X, Y Would you catch my ghost if I slipped out of your arms? Would you sit and watch while my body shatters completely?