Now I know
(there's no hope)
You don't even know the throe I feel
when I outset to inquisition what is real
I know you're the incitement
my lust for you gnaws
its way, through my brain
and I’m here, alone standing
by myself, with laceration of understanding
rolling down my cheeks !!!
Now I know my bended
heart won't be mended
by your love....
No longer will I cry
or ask for help from up above
I don't blame thee
I blame myself for my insecurities
This time I’m really confused
about what I should do
I have this fear of never being satisfied
I can't find stable happiness,
I’ve tried and tried
this isn't easy,
I’m the butt of my own joke
I want some affection, this is all i hope
and I’ll live my life until I die
wondering if I’ll ever be satisfied
it's not easy being the butt of your own joke
I want some affection, this is all I hope