I am no one's love,
No one's best friend
I look at the sky up above
And wonder if emptiness has an end
I wonder what it's like to have a chair with my name on it
Something I don't have to share
Someone I don't have to spare
Someone to give me their heart and say "eat"
I see others walk around, a number one to someone
The strongest love, the irreplaceable best friend, the beloved only son,
I wish I could be one of them, anyone
I am not happy for them, I want their passion
How could I be happy for anyone?
I was made out of greed and envy
I am not a good person, I know what I've done
I will never be loved, I worry
It seems everyone has a place but me
I know exactly where I should be
Six feet under, where the lonely resides
But even then I would only be one of Death's many brides.
