With This Knowledge
Do you ever feel empty and alone?
I do so I pick up the telephone.
Ring,ring, and it's nobody there,
So off into space I begin to stare.
So many things I don't understand,
Like how I calm down to the touch of
Jimmy's hand.
For me life is just so crazy,
And so in bed I wish I could just be lazy.
Sometimes my thoughts belong in a freak
show,
The more I have them the more the grow.
I think about when I was molested as a
child,
In the back of my head this I have filed.
I hate when I go to bed and start
dreaming,
I wake up hysterical and completely
steaming.
But there are good days and some bad,
Some that make me happy and some that
are sad.
But I am strong,
And with this knowledge I will never go
wrong!
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