I was meant to be here
withering in the fear of your absence
and I wonder sometimes why
the thought of you leaves scattered lashes
on my hands and knees.
I'm helpless and that's how it was supposed to be
it's sad but I guess God has other plans for me
I really wish he hadn't chosen this fate for me,
but I can only wish and keep wishing in vain.
Sometimes I wonder if the loving river
will take me away
like it does to leaves and other
insignificant things.
Oh, save me from this hateful waste
of living trash that I've become.
Pick me up and place me properly
in the tomb of the living dead.