Diary of an Android Being forgotten happens most often, Feelin used up, no water halfway fillin' my cup,
dried up,
tossed aside like someone so dirty,
damn I'm thirstin' for your touch,
for some kind of love,
god must've felt pity on me and sent heaven's dove,
and without question I followed you day in and day out, And I was happy and felt the stars beneath my feet,
lucky was I,
yet I fell from the sky,
my knees sinkin to the ground,
nothing I could do, scream n' shout,
where you went, back to the masters hand,
oh lord why'd you have to take my heart again,
they say everything is perfect in your hands,
perfect hands,
perfect face,
perfect love,
perfectly dumbstruck without you,
yea this is love.
