Stabbed
I don't know these
Faces, and
Theres thousands
Of them.
They're all holiding knives,
They all hate me.
I'm lost in a sea of
Strangers that
Hate me.
A thousand faces,
And they all have
Knives.
I feel stabbed and
Prodded, a thousand
Stabs, everyone looking
For a heart that was
Never there.
I feel alone.
Faces, and
Theres thousands
Of them.
They're all holiding knives,
They all hate me.
I'm lost in a sea of
Strangers that
Hate me.
A thousand faces,
And they all have
Knives.
I feel stabbed and
Prodded, a thousand
Stabs, everyone looking
For a heart that was
Never there.
I feel alone.