I have written by the lake at the bottom of the house you can find it.
I have sifted through the dirt and I found out just what hurts and I’ll use it.
I have gone up to the top just to see what is around and there’s nothing.
If you want to go outside you just better run and hide and I’ll find you.
At the bottom of the lake,
please don’t send me back,
‘Cause I did it with a heart attack.
Please just give me space.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.