Waiting for the one I love,
Waiting for a home.
I am lost and can't be found,
Surrounded by my own little dome.

Death floats in front of me
My dreams have left me behind
Yet, I am still waiting
To find one who is kind.

Someone who will care for me
Is what I want more.
Someone who will love me
And not use me like a whore.

I was raised
And labeled as crazed
My Mother wasn't able to raise me
Full of crazy rage

An angry teenager,
Nothing could change me back
All this shit made me act
Like a maniac

As I cut deeper into my skin,
Forgetting all the pain.
Forsaking all my God-given gifts,
All I have to gain.

I'm so confused,
Going from man to man.
Trying to find the perfect one,
Is more then I can stand.

So here I sit,
Blood drowning out my sorrow
The deeper I cut, the more I think,
Do I want to see tomorrow?

Written by:Lance Pritchard For Arlyssa Perdue