Does anybody need me,
As bad as I need somebody now?
I'd like to think,
That these things sort themselves out,
But I know without a doubt,
That they tend to linger on the better half of yesterday.
Will I pretend, that my subconscious,
Simply does not exist?
I can't shake the feeling,
That I am god damn dead wrong.
Is it alright,
If I am not sure?
Recollect the past,
As to patch together a lasting effigy,
Every time I think about you,
I go empty.
I bleed out.
I have a lot to give,
A lot to live for.
I have a lot to do,
With the time I've accrued.
But what's it worth to you?
What's it worth?
Probably nothing,
Can't I be something too?
Mistakes, corrections,
All of it taken for granted,
Lost, but I wanna have it,
Is it bad, if I try to take it back?
Is it ok if I just close my eyes and wait,
For it all to change my way?
Why can't it change the way I like it?
So simple, yet I'm confused.
A ghost outside my door,
Smells of your perfume.
So simple yet confused,
Abused and aching,
Willing to die for you.
What's a human to do?
And on I go,
And on I go.
What am I supposed to do?
And on I go,
And on.. and on...
