i don't know how to be sensitive.
that's not the way i was taught to live.
maybe in the beginning there weren't so many walls
in the very beginning i was pure.
my destiny; nothing at all.
now all i've gotten myself
is alone.

i haven't been shown how to interact;
i can't decipher fiction from fact.
they all throw me back, not wanting to touch
i guess something on my outside
was a little bit too much.

i fall by myself, with no ones hand to clutch
there are no rainbows here
and no lucky pot of gold.
behind the glass i watch the unrelenting grace
of new to old.

what i am is what i am.
i can't stop the rumours and lies.
you've all helped and assisted
in my involuntary suicide.

black death and there is nothing left.
smothered and subdued; my broken heart comes unglued
once again.
torn away from our cut and paste reality;
victims of our own mortality.

empty cases
elluded faces
so many races.
forget it all
forget to fall
forget my ever so desperate call.

this is the way someone
wanted it to be.
it's not up to you
and it's not up to me.