Am I healing my wounds?
Not yet I need TLC
A little love and some kind words and someone to snuggle me!
I am tired of doing everything alone
All by myself, till I’ve turned to stone
Or at least my heart has turned to bone
It’s cold here in the dead zone
I can’t heal when there’s a hole
A big chunk is missing I am not whole
I can’t mend when I still bleed
And the eels eat more of me through greed
I can’t heal when my heart is dead
Gone and hopeless I lie in bed
Turning to rock and dust and history
How can you heal me now, it’s a mystery!
Though I try to love everyone who hates me
Even those who forsake me
I fight to stay alive some how
But each day the people drive in more nails
I can’t heal until they stop or someone loves me
Like a clot
Because I can’t do this all alone
All alone till I’m a crone
I can’t find my happy place
When I am shut away in disgrace
I can’t mend my stone cold heart
When others intend to always tear me apart
I can’t live till I have love
But I am easily disposed of like an old glove
I give my heart for them to burn it
As far as they are concerned, I am just a piece of shit
So I can’t heal though I’d like to try
Why do I bother? Why oh why?
Would I be better off if I die?
And fly off to heaven in the sky?
I’ve heard there’s love there in the clouds
They wrap you up in it like a shroud
Nobody can harm you ever again
Because God had forbidden them
Amen
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