Voicemail

I can't feel my fingersI can't feel my toesThere's blood on my necklaceAnd blood on my clothesI called up the policeTheir voicemail was fullI guess I'm just out hereI'm on my ownI'm on my own, I'm on my ownI'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my ownI'm on my own, I'm on my ownI'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my ownRunnin', 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 daddyPoppy wants to come home to daddyPoppy is your mommyPoppy is your mommyDo I make you angry?Should I leave you alone?You keep running from meIt's all…