ever think like that?
I do
just did in fact
wet pillow to prove it

and fuck you life
I'll make the best of it
regardless of what you
toss in my face

I grow lonely
without love
and I am
lonely

my anger is
restless and
out of
control

the winds scream
outside my window
rain smashing against
broken glass

Piaf cries
la vie en rose
a rain-drenched song
nobody knows

a candle burns
and glows as
I bury my face
'neath my down pillow

wine fogs my mind
numbing my pain
like an old friend
found again

Perhaps I just
need some
body warmth
before I die

Is that all there is?

I heard that once
at the fair
I remember
being there...