Waiting for the day that never comes
in the darkness, my soul succumbs
weary, lying in the puddle of unjust
i drown my self here, in an ocean of lust
mixing pain and pleasure, the line has blurred
jabbing me with prejudice, word for word
was i ever wrong to have fallen?
heart on a sleeve that's stolen
a thief in the night, with no warning
but yet a thief that i'm still yearning.