You tear me down, I feel so weak.

It's hide and seek, hide and seek.

Scotch tape mouth so I can't speak,

pour me a glass of something sweet,

like gasoline, gasoline.

I wanna call myself an ambulance,

cos I can't swim, can barely dance.

My vision blurs, I'm in a trance.

Lost any chance for romance;

just resistance, and violence.

Heart's locked up, its wrists are chained;

the consequence of losing grace.

Our love's a refugee on the run 

all out of chase, feeling displaced.

Matchboxes and misery litter my home,

now that you've gone, left me alone.

I would rather endure your abuse

than the emptiness within these halls.

Cancer coloured corridors that make me sick,

I cough then catch my breath, and take a sip,

as red wine stains my restless soul.

You close your eyes, and count to three,

I cover my own but leave a little space, 

so I can see you search for me, 

through the mess, amongst the waste.

If only we could find the words to say,

we could both win at this game;

this hide and seek, it's child's play.

This hide and seek is child's play.