Play Dead

Darling Stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here Where no one cares and no one loves No light, no air to live in A place called hate The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurting stops Its sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every ache I play dead I play dead I play dead I play dead --- Play Dead - The Rasmus