I sit inside my head, Alone Alone Alone again, No one to comfort, No one to care, No one to hold me, Or play with my hair, No one to listen, No one to see, That there is a darkness eating away at me.
And I, The singer And bringer Of death, Do cast unto you For all that I’ve wept Though hard As I try, And fight As I might, My tender heart Wasn’t meant For this life And it, too, Cannot Be kept
she's tired, this one is worst than the previous foul breath and a strong whiff of yesterdays laundry she knows, she deserve better but her future nearly lapsed and knows her children deserves much more