| Bruised Body, Bruised Soul |
| I'll never be at home; never have a father. I'll always be alone; why do I even bother? No one cares what I do; they don't care what I say. No one in my life is true; they just want me dead today. No man has ever loved my lonely soul; They've only fucked and shoved my bruised body cold. The only loving care this lonely heart recieves Is from women willing to share their shoulder when I grieve. So where will I turn when I need someone true? To a woman that will burn with desire to Help me when I need to cry and be held; A gentle heart to speed understanding she felt. If that's what I'll do, I don't really know. Whether it's true, only time will show. My mind may change; I may see How to get out of this cage; set my feelings free. |