You've got a knack for making me feel small Saying all the things that you know Will make me feel like i'm nothing at all Good as gone and gone for good I wanna feel good Or good enough I decay I wilt away Day after day I decay Cut out my tongue-- i don't need it Melt off my cheeks Fingers already broken at your hands Stones replace my feet where i once stood You make it clear to me that i'll never be good Or good enough For you I decay I wilt away Day after day I decay