These days i sit alone
Steddy talking to self
Looking for a way to function
But i'm dust on the shelf
Another forgotten image
Now seclusion is felt
No more wealth in the heart
Within a margin of fail
If an artist isn't making
Then the toxin is felt
Ye it's hard to be alone
When i was more than myself
But time pushes on
And no one turning to help
Drowning in the anonymity
Release from the spell
Never letting go
Not until the very end
And even in the end i will continue to be your friend
Back to the beginning
With the chance to try again
In a puddle of my dignity
Without a proper friend
Volger is the perception of life without her hand
Wading thru the everyday is not an easy trend
Both sides are opposite
But have a sharpened blend
Thru the carcass of my skin
The blade cuts from within
An out pour of every rotten thing i've ever been
And only one person can hope to make it end
Never letting go
Not until the very end
And even in the end i will continue to be your friend