I need to find better names for better thoughts
But I guess I am still lost
I have too much to say and too little to speak
Is there a cave I can hide in? I forgot how to breathe
I have the voice I sing my heart away with
But no one would listen or care the smallest bit
I have the hands that can draw good enough
But it’s never well for me, I tare the papers away crying in disgust
Fill me up would you
I need that extra spice that was taken away when I was about 2
I need love or something similar to it.
I’Ll take any drug...it’s just like pain
I am already addicted to it.