Weak

Hardcore face staring desperately on the concrete floor,
Hoping for an answer that would tell me so much more,
Gripping hands tied down with bandages of lust,
Without a father figure what other man out there can I trust?
Lying lies, his eyes cease to do everything but escape,
No love but my own,
Ha, I guess there is none today,
Or tomarrow or the rest of eternity,
Guess I will have to live alone on my own two feet,
But how can I do that when both of my feet are broken?
I can't stand up,
Can't speak up,
I guess I will have to just listen,
I ALWAYS LISTEN!
I am TIRED of that shit,
IT JUST MAKES ME SICK!!!
There's just no way of getting out of it,
And once again I turn around and go to that man of mine,
Because he can lift me up even if they are just a bunch of lies,
And the same old path keeps on going,
Lies I buy,
Cries all night,
What would happen if he died tonight?
I guess it's suicide.