Poppy - Voicemail

I can't feel my fingers

I can't feel my toes

There's blood on my necklace

And blood on my clothes

I called up the police

Their voicemail was full

I guess I'm just out here

I'm on my own

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my own

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my own

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'

Poppy wants to come home to daddy

Poppy wants to come home to daddy

Poppy is your mommy

Poppy is your mommy

Do I make you angry?

Should I leave you alone?

You keep running from me

It's all…