For I am the smallest child
I often find that my mind is swamped
Do I deserve to hold your heart?
You have held the hands of beauty queens,
Women in red heels and lips
You have moved them, their hearts swelled for you
And now you chase a plain paper bag
Swept up in the wind
I am dragged empty down the street

She sits upon my shoulder
Whispering devils into my ear
To brood over her memory
*So suffocating I can not bare