Lack of Intimacy -------------------------------------------
I can't breathe
I hold my breath long enough
Maybe I will enjoy my suffocating..
Pressure builds in my mind
All the wrongs and all my rights
Afraid to look deeper for what I might find.
Every time I come up
I seem to be pushed back down
This endless fight of never being enough
I find solace in their embrace
But they come and go too fast
Forever running this pointless race
I can't find love in people
If I can't seem to feel it for myself
Forever worshipping at your steeple
Am I doomed to be a lone forever?
My heart be cold
But light as a feather
Will I ever get my shit together?
You can't expect respect
If you give it all away and keep none for you
This is no longer giving a desired effect.
So it goes, you need more and more
But no matter how many enter you
You never know what you're doin it for
Sex cannot replace love
You know this time and time again
But this is what you fall in the habit of
You keep your heart safe by stayin in this spectrum
But in the end of this tale
You make yourself the victim
You can learn to love the lack of human touch as much as you naturally crave embrace... it becomes a secret to want someone, an un-whispered craving that you build a stone around, like sand at the core of a pearl. And once you perfect that, you become something Else... I've had both addiction and the state of Else, and I must say that the Else is better than relying on someone who constantly lets you down, whether they mean to or not.