You please, you please,
Count all the raindrops one by one and watch them 
marrying on the floor...
Got the number? That's the size of my anger. 
Why apply for a lover if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamourously?
Goodness* knows how long I've been searching the way out 
of the castle.
Goodness knows how many doors I've bumped my head 
against.
Pick a hand, go on, pick a hand. 
Oh, you've chosen the cutest gift! 
But watch out when you taste it. 
You'll like it if you're on broken glass candy, 
*god doesn't exist anyway