Like a lost soul wandering about
Had given up, as would have hope
But something did change me, made me enervated
What could it be, could it be me? Yea right!
Maybe the need, maybe anger
No, that's not it, nowhere near it
What made me want to do what I've wanted to
Can only be the singular feeling of not being wanted
Fill your thoughts with all but the thought
Oldest trick, isn't that what they say?
I admit, I too have fallen prey
As long as it works, what's the harm anyway?
Had given up, as would have hope
But something did change me, made me enervated
Maybe the need, maybe angerNo, that's not it, nowhere near it
What made me want to do what I've wanted to
Can only be the singular feeling of not being wanted
Fill your thoughts with all but the thought
Oldest trick, isn't that what they say?
I admit, I too have fallen prey
As long as it works, what's the harm anyway?
