Crying out for peace.
Canceling a simple thing.
How Am I suppose to breathe.
A stupid thing to be upset about
A burning game of hide and seek

My my my I need love
Lonely road to the
One thing
I think is meant for me

How do people do these things?
Walk Alone.
Everyone should have someone. No.

Our blood is mixed in with the depths of our truth.
We bleed out until the world finally knows what we NEED.
Do                          You
See                        ­ The
Woman                     Alone