i stare into
some great abyss
and calculate
the things i’d miss
if i could only
make some sense of this
and madam butterfly
resounds
over the mothership
her lights flashing around
i float above her and
i wonder how
to make it go away
make it go away
i crawl into my circumstance
lay on the table
begging for another chance
but i was a good girl
i can’t understand how to
make it go away
make it go away
sometimes i wonder
which hurts the worse
the thought of dying
or reliving every hurt
was love the illness
and disease the cure
make it go away
