You? E got it all between your fingers.
You want it, all... What you want you just can? Have.
What you want you just can? Grab.
And with my sympathy, chains lay in rust.
Sand sifts through, with my disgust.
You want someone to hold you together.
But you? E way too "strong", you? E way too proud.
You want someone to be around.
What you want, you need gone.
It? Old, it? Dirty, it? Cold outside,
It? Loneley, it? Ugly, it? All around.
