I feel that your love is only conditional When I'm institutionalized Brain chemistry fooled And divine Is the crier in silence, take pity on no one She doesn't exist - A number on paper Given on each slit on her wrist I'm under her bed Preventing her from a good night's sleep It was the weather, it was the shelter It was the mother, it was... father I'm here before a grave, the flowers plenty Everyone came in case you were wondering I haven't lied about thing Going all the way like you said Really smart like you said But you left us in the end Given the time I've got no peace of mind Sister's out of her head Preventing her from a good night's sleep It was the weather, it was the shelter It was the mother, it was... father It was the weather, it was the shelter It was the mother, it was... father