What is this feeling I'm feeling inside I don't know whether to embrace or run and hide everywhere I look I see your face across the time across the space my idols tell me to Let It Be but I don't think that they can see watching all the cars go by how much longer to myself must I lie the agony it really kills but no zydrate will give me fill the smoke and incense I do yearn will you stand and watch ME burn it's almost like you're my favorite drug a habit I hide under the rug I cherish all our precious time no matter how many mountains I must climb so throughout all this agony I think this is my epiphany you'd probably enjoy my morbid state I hoped you were a part of my fate I pull the smoke into my mouth a twisted face with a sullen pout so I sit outside and wait for you a broken girl so sad and blue.