| Can't quite | |||
| Imagine it | |||
| Anymore | |||
| The feel of a touch | |||
| Taste of a kiss | |||
| What are they | |||
| Like | |||
| Been so long | |||
| Going it | |||
| Alone | |||
| No other around to | |||
| Give me a stroke | |||
| Accept | |||
| Mine | |||
| Shut myself off and away | |||
| No longer among the | |||
| Living | |||
| Just taking up space | |||
| Slowly shriveling up | |||
| Further away with | |||
| Each day | |||
| Becomes a habit | |||
| Being only | |||
| One | |||
| Seems to be the | |||
| Farther I walk alone the | |||
| Farther I get from | |||
| Others | |||
| Such a sad way to | |||
| Be so | |||
| Lost | |||
| But I know no other way | |||
| So I keep | |||
| Wandering | |||
| On | |||
| Stuck in this | |||
| Lonely | |||
| Rut | |||
| Getting deeper | |||
| Every day | |||
| Harder to | |||
| Escape | |||
| Going to be a day when it'll | |||
| Become my | |||
| Grave | |||
| Just lie myself down | |||
| Leave this world without | |||
| Ever even | |||
| Touching it | |||
| Return to dust | |||
| Back to the | |||
| Earth | |||
| At least then I'll be | |||
| Giving something | |||
| Back to the | |||
| Living | |||
| Now all I do is | |||
| Take | |||
| Consume | |||
| Not serving any purpose | |||
| Too lost and afraid to | |||
| Be a | |||
| Part | |||
| Must be nice to | |||
| Be able to | |||
| Give | |||
| Touch another | |||
| Love | |||
| Be | |||
| Loved | |||
| What it's all about | |||
| Our being | |||
| Here | |||
| But I'm too far gone to | |||
| Ever find it | |||
| Touch | |||
| Life | |||
| All I can do is dream of | |||
| Times that I'll | |||
| Never see | |||
| Wish I could and | |||
| Know I can't | |||
| Merely another | |||
| Lost soul | |||