I saw her dancing on the street
I was watching from above
I was hoping, nearly choking
So filled with love

But, my plastic insides
were nothing to feed the need
and my bitter heart
wasn't much for taste
I'm such a waste

This disease is killing me, i cannot breathe
and only sleep can help my ills
but, it kills

I take stills
and moves
she writes
and paints
and grooves

if it weren't for the money
the self righteousness
and the fear of finding out
I'd tell the truth
what have i to lose?
dignity

will I walk all
long and lonely
or will somebody take me, knowing my flaws
and own me?