The Street at Night

Who can see me walking out upon the streets?
Who can see I'm waiting to be found?
I hope that soon the streetlights will light up the night.
Maybe somebody will see me out and abound.

I'm shouting all the while, but these houses are soundproof.
Nobody can hear me in their hearts.
I'll swear the pounding's so loud it can be heard anywhere,
Anywhere but where it should be heard.

And I scream, and I beg to be seen.
But everybody's lost in themselves.
I am just a lonely mess and I need a friend,
But nobody is easily found.

Walking the streets takes me back eventually,
I find myself at the footsteps of my door.
A broken house, shattered windows, dark window,
The remnants of my broken heart.

It's not easy to live deep in there,
Ghosts and images tear it alive.
It hurts to watch, but it hurts more to live.
Driving me out to the streets.

And though I look, I can't find anybody.
Nobody to help me out.
I'm sure it's not that nobody cares.
It's just that I'm too much for them.

Too intense, too clingy, too needy,
Too good, too stupid, call too much;
Care too much, ask way too much,
Want to know way too much!

I'd give it all to just stop feeling,
Burn my damaged house to the earth.
Sometimes I've held a knife or gun against my heart,
But just wasn't dark enough to kill.

I want to be loved, want to be wanted.
I want to be invited in.
I want to be able to share with someone else,
And be shared back with me.

It's not that easy, the doors on this street are bolted down
And have barbed wire over them.
Should anybody ever let you in at all.
Be prepared to be kicked out again.

The only way to get someone to share their heart,
Is to hide the truth of who you really are.
You can't ever be weak, you can't need any help.
All you can do is help them out.

And if you feel like calling don't, unless you aren't calling enough.
And if they want to talk then talk and keep it interesting.
And if they need support SUPPORT! And be there by their side.
And forget about yourself.

'Cause who are you to interrupt or affect someone's life?
Unless you can make it all better.
It doesn't matter if you hurt so long as you give.
If you give yourself, someone might just care.

Let the Mandrake Devourer GRIN...
Just let someone let you in...

Before you die deep inside.