Don't know right from wrong
Every corner I turn
My sanity is questioned
So I stopped moving
Sat down on the concrete curb
My feet in the gutter
My hands tressed in cobwebs
Watching others and the world walk past me
Not so much as a glance
Not a single thought
All the better
I don't mind
The best favor you can do
Is to forget me
Not recognize me
Let me love you
Let me hate you
Let me let you die
Lovely,
Lovely,
Sweet death
Wish it could bless me with more than its constant presence and taunting
I wish for its touch
Maybe it will come if you look at me
Maybe it will come if you speak to me
Maybe I know better than that
I'll be here till the end of time
Maybe by then what's inside will be gone
Maybe I will walk again
Maybe I will become a living statue
Here forever.
-1999 (Roughly)
