Alone.
Apart from yourself...

No key to lock them out
no handle to keep them out...

It feels so - - to realize,
Everything was wrong all along...

Each day another failure,
Striving to impress a fickle heart...

A glistening wrapper,
Full of sugar delight...

An appetite for forgiveness,
Please excuse my filthy hands...

Now all have gone, tuck in for this night,
i emerge once again - to send you...

Second Rate-
Second Place...

She can inflict,
But never admit...

Every morning I wake up,
Lift my head into the mist...

Wrap judgement round her shrinking wrists -
Now bind her neck in woven deceit...

After surrendering to a gluttonoulsy existence,
Where the mistress that resigns in feast...