The map i have doesn't show me the way
I struggle through the nights to live in the day
To live like this, isn't living at all
I'm always at your beck and call
My soul cries, i must confess
for the need to wander, the want to digress
I'm never to be in the right place
in the darkness i see your face
in the light, it shows me the path
In the darkness it covers all my pain
I have no touch to cry or laugh
or to live my life ever again
I slit these wrists and watch them bleed...
it's not something I want, you're something I need..
