Running, searching, for my soul
I have no life- I have no goals.
Through this dreaded house I fear,
I search and wish that you'd appear.
My eyes shredded curtains, my mind broken glass
Are those your headlights?...the car has passed.
See through my life, a broken window
my past is torn, an absurd limbo.
I gain no pity; I have no shame
will I wait forever in incessant rain?
You're still not here... where could you be?
You love to make a fool of me.
I need to escape, before THEY come
no need to hide, my life is done.
Pick up this rock, the window shatters
Out on the ledge, clothes torn and tattered.
THEY open the door, but now I'm gone
I'm falling, freely, with gravity I am one
the ground is rushing up to meet me--