You destinded to be everything
a wilderness of dispair.
And I see a true heart in clumsiness,
s oare you fit to be scared.

I need to touch, I'm the whore out of luck
and I don't know what to say to you.
And I'm selfish with myself.
And hope passes, hope looks, can you cope?
Do you suffer?
And I'm selfish with myself.

What comes around goes back round.
And I was rejected today.
And I came from nowhere smell it in the air.
So can you live with yourself.

I need to touch, I'm the whore out of luck
and I don't know what to say to you.
And I'm selfish with myself.
And hope passes, hope looks, can you cope?
Do you suffer?
And I'm selfish with myself.