Misconstrued every vow of silence
Where's my voice in my talk?
Tell me, what is pain?
What feeds it? What fans it?
Can't you see my best intentions instead my hollow words?
Looks can be so deceiving because it's a spreading disease
They're too busy cutting at my skin
Locking away the secrets of the hear
Let me love what I could hate
I want to need what I could kill
Why are you the one bleeding
When I'm the one that's hurt?
I'm hungry in a way I'm not starving or dying
I'm lonely in a sense that I'm not alone, all alone
I'm awkward in a feeling that it feels so right
I'm living in a life that can't be undone
Copyright: Amelia Conway, November 2003