See what a waste I am?
When you ask for a hand
I have not a finger to give
And as you find your breaths to live
I stare at you silently
And laugh at it arogantly
I tell you I'm not evil
To help you was my will
But this is a useless soul
Who can't fight her own
Has no control or strength
So brutally I will pretend
That I have no wounds to tend
And make you believe
I am the kind you better leave
Behind.
