Every solitary need comes from a chasm
and a tunnels running deep beneath these holes
all you insecurities like and breed inside them
it's their fascinating greed that
makes you feel
alone
and in the end theres no one left to fault
how it began has left no clues at all
on the road to reparation there is much to loose
you've embraced it become complacent now the fear is you
and you trie to replace them but…
and you tried to erase them but…
and you tried to evade them but…
and you tried to delay them but…
no no no end end …
