Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
I love to hate my lust for fate
For my Love always comes too late...
Like me, Love me
Hate me, Rate me...
Making a scene is not difficult at all for me,
I thrive on attention positive or negative...
Another day has passed by
But the cloud is still crying...
The soft noise of the cars outside my window
at 4 AM is just enough to keep me awake...
Couples filled with loving lies.
They pretend to withstand the silence...
Don't demand.
Do not force me...
I am treated differently
I notice every day...
Counting the lines on my wall,
Thinking about how life could be...
I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...
Hands raised in the air,
together we stand for whats fair...