The more i feel
the less i speak,  

The less i know
the more i hide,

Just when i began to understand love
it gets taken away,
i just don't seem to fit any glove
i pray everyday,
my window carries a mourning dove
and so i stray
my aura sickness whats stated above

I am desperate though
for a warm touch,
a kind word
but for now,
i will lay here
on my mattress
and weep
as the days dance away.