Convict me of the crime
because of your guilt
I'll change who I am
Because you hate yourself
To still be me
would be selfish you see
But we are still close
Do not worry,
you are not quite Charmane
Give me a call from a hospital in California
least you're not on the streets alone
your sister would have more fun if you were
I saw the world cold
how I imagine you've seen it for 27 years
how did you make it so old?
I'm sorry I ever quit wiping those tears
and yes,
you are secure tonight, from the lone and drugs
but you are not safe from the fear
I am so frightened by how I feel
why do we all end up here?
What if her arms were clean
Love granted and beauty seen
What if her arms were clean
Love granted and beauty seen
What if her arms were clean
Love granted and beauty seen
perhaps she could love me in return..
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