Ill (Worst)

I sit here in agony
In undivided pain
I'm blue and I'm flesh and I'm wet
From all your sullen rain
The morning sun has gone away
Disappeared as you did to me

I strum with discontentment
Nothing for nothing meant for me
My clock is going fast though
Passing reality
The silent night still holds me back
Keeping me from the girl that I love

I have nothing to my account
No girl no friends no home
I'm stricken here with loneliness
The only thing I own
I'm so cold in my own secret way
Wanting you and the love you disperse

Every possession of mine
Was either given back
Or it was never given to me