There are too many doors between us now, too many curtains closed,
I should never have been left alone, left crying in an empty home,
There's nobody to live for, when your *******, poorly sown.
If you don't want to be here there's a place for you, you were never wanted, Must have been swapped at birth, before dad departed.
I need to stop putting myself down, funny how I was never up.
How can anyone influence me, when they live in a book.
I'm disconnected from society, a carriage abandoned.
The train terminated long ago, my broken wings, soon flattened.
By no angel was I ever blessed, I didn't want to be seen as depressed;
No love for you, no tenderness, your someone else's shadow. Second best.