10.9.01
Free to run and confined by self-indulgence
Bitter, cold, lonely tortured
Such a fucking cynic
I'm left here, lost in my own world
Spinning around the stars slowly
I feel almost selfish, almost as though
I need all; crave it all
Every last drop
Still I thrive on the happiness of others
Feed me, fill my belly, make it warm
I give my all, expecting only so much in return
Just love me
Cover me in rain
Dry my tears forever
Make my life begin
It's all full of shit
Blurry with tears
Fuzzy inside, consuming fears
Where's the fucking little girl?