Where do you go
When you leave me?
Is your absence neglect
Or animosity?
Left in the lurch
High and dry
I stitch myself back up
And take it in my stride
Is it something I did?
Why do I feel guilty?
My penance is stained
By my own hostility
Trying not to defame
I constrain my conscience
We are not the same
And we never will be
Speak of the devil
Thorns in my side
As I begin to cope
Won't cope
Your call it starts to arise
Denied
Shrieks leave me bedridden
Won't cope, denied
I creak as you pass by
Shadows follow whats missing
And darkness writhes
So leave me as a recluse
I call for aid, but only get an excuse
So leave me as a recluse
I call for aid, but only get an excuse
Is it something I did?
Why do I feel guilty?
My penance is stained
By my own hostility
Trying not to defame
I constrain my conscience
So leave me as a recluse
I call for aid, but only get an excuse
