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 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 Sometimes I wonder Which hurts the worse The thougt of dying Or reliving every hurt Was love the illness And disease the cure Make it go away