How should I?
The others will see
Weak knees
Tender hands
****** from the work
that leaves me with so little

Covetous ***
and I lust for their life
soaking in the sweat
of my soul's only longing

I put myself to sleep
and have yet to wake up
Smoke and smiles
we all feel our bodies trying to get away
I do it anyway

She likes other music
so I don't like her
Still, I think we're not so different
A body, A soul
wandering all over everything
trying to get out