The quietest friend
2002-05-15 20:48:40 (UTC)


Harsh words and violent blows
hidden secrets noone knows.
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
deep inside I'm warped and twisted.

So many tricks and so many lies
too many whens and too many whys.
Nobody special, not even gifted
I'm just me warped and twisted.

Sleeping awake and choking on a dream
listening loudly to a silent scream.
Call my mind, the number is unlisted
lost in someone so warped and twisted.

On my knees alive but dead
look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
don't expect much I'm warped and twisted.

Burnt out, wasted, empty and hollow
today is just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here warped and twisted.