Paint white fingers paint my sleep

please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it)

if the words that matter reach your face from floor
will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)

does it cost me scarring if the words stay true

even number your nephew (I don't want it anymore)

and when the answer that you want

is in the question that you state

come what may

in a pain that buckles out your knees

could you stop this if I plead (you got it)

so destined I am to walk among the dark

a child in keeping secrets from (will they know what I've done in the after)

in the sought for matter when the words blame you

in a blood red summer I'll give you (I don't want it)

what did I do to deserve this?