thank you, nowhere

[ 8-ball on a chain ]

i seem to hurt you
with these feelings i don't show
and you come to me crying
but my pity's running low
i've always been there
to catch you when you fall
and i've been loyal
i come right when you call

but despite all my efforts
i don't seem to live up to your standards anymore

so bend me into shape
and tell me what to say
'cause i don't know what you want to hear anymore

so knead me through and through
and mold me into you
because being myself doesn't make you happy anymore

you used to seem real
but underneath your shell
you just can't stop lying
and i pretend that i can't tell
life just isn't fair
don't get your way at all
all your plans got spoiled
by being to critical

i regret all my efforts
because i don't care about you anymore

so bend me into shape
and tell me what to say
because i don't know what you want to hear anymore

so knead me through and through
and mold me into you
because being myself doesn't make you happy anymore.

[ late 96 ]

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