Living in my world alone
Everyone here believes that I’m stoned
But they know no truth and believe in no pain
But they can go into their huts and out of the rain.
I am alone even when I am here
And for some reason I stay, year after year.
I have fallen in love at long last to my senses.
I have waited and wondered who but through my pretenses
I have found a good man all sturdy and strong
That I can love and adore all the day long
He knows that I’m here yet he acts like I’m dead
But he knows not the love for him I have in my head.
I think I will tell him and see what he does
But I’m sure for me that will not be enough.