Tears all dried up,
long gone,
wasted in the moonlight,
which draws the light that remains within u,
the only little thats left.

Grow onto to me,
i'l carry u on my back,
when u let go,
don't forget to turn back....


i might still be waiting,
for my turn.

It wounds me to come to terms,
whether I trust them against myself.

Them, who seem to have all,
love, friendship, game, happiness.
I, lack all,
love, friendship, game, happiness.

Drive me against the wall,
bend my arms and tie them,
if not THEM, you exist,
to hate me for my existence.