My Life
Here I am,
I'm all alone.
No way to eat.
Or pick up the phone.
I sit and wonder
Day after day
Why I'm filled
With this incessant hunger.
But it's not the food
I long to eat.
It's the love I miss,
I miss to eat.
I want it back,
I want to be seen.
But it's no use
It will not work.
I might as well
Be your breakfast toast
'Cause I'm all alone
In my life as a ghost.