Could you count me in your own needs?
Take me into your fold
'Cause this dark loneliness for me
Is growing out of contorl.
Do you even know who I am?
Do you know my own hell?
Would you bother tot ake my hand
And ask if I'm well?
Do you even see my plight
Like a plague in me,
Crawling under my skin so tight
A companion to me.
Hello, do you know who I am
Do I know myself
Taking the time to hold my hand
And see that I'm well
Pictures, memories hang on the wall
As I sit here brooding
On the porcelain alter, small
Cold, naked, moody
(11-1998)
(rev. 1-26-2002)
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