The sorrow of the night comes up in a drift of smoke; i see your silhouette the outline of your body in the beauty of the darkness. I reach out to touch you - demon of desire - you take and you want, and you have what you need. We all wish to want it all, and we have it all. Now, i don't wish to be labeled or any such nonsense, but i want people to know that i am here, not beautiful, but me, and i want to be recognized for who i am.

Fingerprints on the glass; you're looking in at me. Climbing the rate and anger, you strike out! Think you don't need me? Fragments of thought, therefore fragments of love - i needed you when i had you, but now i'm comfortable, love. A changed person, comfortable enough with me. I change me for me and not for you and goddamnit, why won't you see that? Put down your pot, you high motherfucker! Look at me through clear eyes for ONCE. Very little thought, very little brains, listening to fucked out music and going insane...