Zennie
Bluelighter
What's wrong with me?
Why am i not satisfied?
Why am i not happy...
What's wrong with me?
It isn't missing those things I've
never had.
Only hoping for things
not in my reach.
Can i ask for your unconditional love
the way you held me in your arms when
I was young.
Through scraps and bruises and
rejection.
Now it's shunned
only to be able to be me.
I move on, but
can't help but look back.
I step forward,
sliding, sliping back.
No one to hold me up.
Shouldn't i do that alone?
Can i do that alone?
What am I?
Can you...can i
see through these barriers?
will this scare you?
am i too dependent beneath these scars?
can i care enough?
how can i show you...
how can i be, what i am...
Can i love?
Can i love myself?
What do you expect from me?
Hands, feet, toes,
Eyes, they say the doors to the soul.
Fingertips, lips and ears.
Parts of the whole,
separated from the whole
Can you accept me?
For all i really
want is
to be
me.
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 01 November 2000).]
Why am i not satisfied?
Why am i not happy...
What's wrong with me?
It isn't missing those things I've
never had.
Only hoping for things
not in my reach.
Can i ask for your unconditional love
the way you held me in your arms when
I was young.
Through scraps and bruises and
rejection.
Now it's shunned
only to be able to be me.
I move on, but
can't help but look back.
I step forward,
sliding, sliping back.
No one to hold me up.
Shouldn't i do that alone?
Can i do that alone?
What am I?
Can you...can i
see through these barriers?
will this scare you?
am i too dependent beneath these scars?
can i care enough?
how can i show you...
how can i be, what i am...
Can i love?
Can i love myself?
What do you expect from me?
Hands, feet, toes,
Eyes, they say the doors to the soul.
Fingertips, lips and ears.
Parts of the whole,
separated from the whole
Can you accept me?
For all i really
want is
to be
me.
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 01 November 2000).]