Stitch It Up

i'm sick and tired of feeling,
pills never numb the pain,
i know that i'll be wanted when i'm gone,
i'm so wasted and everything feels wrong.

Stitch, stitch it up cos theres so much unrest resting inside me, Come on .................
(Jess didnt give me the next line of the chorus!!)

I always cross the line,
the line is always red,
nothing really matters anymore,
all the meaning has just left me sore.

My reflection in the blade is fading away
Want to be special like you