| the pain is too great. i live within my own torture garden. life, why have you bestowed this on me?
i've wanted nothing more than to hold, to be held, and to love. |
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| lies we feed ourselves to stay alive |
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| never found our way
regardless of what they say
from this moment
how can it feel this wrong |
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| is this my body
is this my blood
formative collapse |
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| at this point, i'm crying out for romantic attention, for a slice of affection
"love me, love me"
but there's no one there that i need to do so
there's no one there that i sense can ease my spirit from strain |
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