Marc Almond - Traumas

You, unbelievably small
Bang your hands on the wall
Say "To Hell with them all"
Say "To Heaven with you"

Me, what will become of me?
Wading into the sea
Water way past my knees
Swallowing oceans is my speciality

You, like a trembling bird
Hanging on to each word
Crawling out of my sight
Oh how spite makes might
Me, crass stupidity's pawn
Kept us shouting till dawn
Old memories torn
Wishing I'd never been born
(You're losing it, losing it, losing it)

And you, Jack of Diamonds maybe
But the Ace ever me
With each turn of the card
Ever hardening heart

Me, smiling one moment
Crying the next