Nakoma Lee's blog: "WICKED GAMES"

Hidden in the new day's mist

And all I can do is raise a fist

The salt on the wound is too much to bare

And no one's here to even care

Can I live with a heart that's broken?

Like shards of glass scattered on the floor

Apreciation isn't given out in tokens

And they can't fix this heart you tore

Can I live with a fucked up mind?

I feel so perverted and paranoid

I'm so old and blind

And I can't find anything to fill this empty void

Can I live like a slave?

Whipped and pulled by a goddamn chain

Living in a dusty cave

i guess I'm easy to tame

Can I live like another lost soul?

Living in a hole underground

Like a fearful

mole

I wonder when I will be found...