My Friend, the Bear

All I have is you and no one else Burn the witch is shunned. It took me all it could And still I am alone, with you. I try to be what they need I paint my face so clean Yet they see into me Into a hollow they can’t know. I trap the bear in a net His claws strip my flesh. I’ll never set him free Now he’s stuck inside like me. I lick the wounds The salty flesh I am clean I do not need. I have a bear His claws are thorns He rips me up inside It’s nice to know he’s there. Someone to care My dirty bear. His eyes are dead In his vacant head.