Sometimes I feel I need to disappear
From all the times you’ve hurt me, my dear
I feel like an old black crow
And I need to let my spirit soar.

Sometimes I feel I need to destroy
To smash everything but an old little toy
I think I hate you, but I don’t
Because you are still in a rotten pond.

Sometimes I feel I need to smash
A beautiful feeling I need to crash
You are nothing but a little cock tease
And I think it’s now myself I need to please.

Sometimes I feel I need to reappear
And let my feelings known to everyone near
I’ll make peace with a crow and a toy
But you, my friend, can find another boy.