Polluted

Although today I may feel too much 

Tomorrow I will be numb and closed off 

I’m far too lonely to be held 

Too empty, too full, too overwhelmed 

I’m ashamed of my behavior 

I’m sure I need a savior 

My arms are wide open 

Don’t require your devotion 

I know I don’t want to be ignored 

And I know I don’t want to be adored 

Direly reclusive, entirely polluted 

I don’t know what I’m waiting for

If I wound myself, then no one else 

Will ever make me bleed

I am too tired to close my eyes

So undeserving of blissful sleep 

I’m ashamed of my behavior

I’m sure I need a savior 

My arms are wide open 

Don’t require your devotion 

I know I don’t want to be ignored 

And I know I don’t want to be adored 

Direly reclusive, entirely polluted 

I don’t know what I’m waiting for