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…