Verge of tears

No one's at home, I'm drunk and alone
and dust is my crown I am slowly beginning to drown.

My tears are my food I am in the blue mood.
Humilation's my face. I have to get out of this place.

There is no more music and it's making me sick.
Left's only pain and woe. Left to multiply and grow

[Marianne + Jo]
Bury me under your words (x2)