Bm Darling stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces G Em Don't you understand? Bm 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 Em The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurting stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every ache I play dead It stops the hurting | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Em G Bm |