Can't Bare to Look

I used to play with a boy; his name was death. He'd sneak up on me at night; I'd feel his breath. He'd tell me secrets about the world below. We'd dance, he'd fuck me and then he'd up and go. When I was young I believed that I was bad. I stayed up talking to myself just going mad. This boy was my only escape; my only friend. I'd put my lipstick on and let him drive me round the bend. So diabolical; the pain and pleasure of pretend. I can't bare to look so don't make me look. My nighttime pal he knows my sins so well I can't bare to look so don't make me look. No hope in hell of ever getting well. I wonder where did my mind go? Cos in my head I'm still twelve years old. I'm cold and I'm damaged, looking for the nighttime fix, Cos I'm tired and sick on my own. I wonder where did my mind go? Cos in my head I'm still twelve years old. I'm cold and I'm damaged, looking for the nighttime fix, Cos I'm tired and sick on my own. Twinkle twinkle little lie, You're a bad kid, go to your room and cry. Bad kid, bad kid, say your prayers, He will get you unawares. Bad kids get what they deserve And you get much worse if you lose your nerve. I can't bare to look so don; t make me look. I can't bare to look so don; t make me look.