Spent so many nights alone and I'm just longing for another's touch.
Not that type of placebo affect when you're stuck in an alcohol fuelled haze.
No.
Although that may be what I'm used to, I'm left here craving something real.
The souls that once made my heart sing have forgotten my touch.
But that's just my fate.
Maybe I was never meant to feel so deeply.
But now that I've had it I'm left trying to find a soul that craves me as much as I crave them.
But when it happens, it never lasts long.
They were my music, nothing was wrong.
Only passion was flowing through my veins, and I hope for them it was the same.
I know it hurts now, but I'd rather feel pain than be numb.
I know I'm nothing special, hell i'm the bottom of the barrel.
But if you feel it too, I promise I would do anything for you.