I stare into some great abyss
And calculate the things I'd miss
If I could only make some sense of this
And Madam Butterfly resounds
Over the mothership, her lights flashing around
I float above her and I wonder how

To make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away

I crawl into my circumstance
Lay on the table, begging for another chance
But I was a good girl
I can't understand how to

Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away

Sometimes I wonder which hurts the worse
The thought of dying or reliving every hurt
Was love the illness and disease the cure?
Oh, the cure

Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away...