An echt heart aching
A mistake, a misunderstanding
Clever with my own meaning
To forgive, to learn something

Imperfect dames, surely we are
Forgive us, world, for we’re way too far
As meat for our starving egos
As nosh for our black pitch scars

Come hold me, come touch me
Tell me, remind me, love me
We ain’t just our egos’ food
We’re smarter, we’re  brighter and we’ll be good