a girl possessed of strength and beauty
bound to life by sacred duty
skinny hips and golden hair
an angry frown, a deadly glare

looks at me and sees a demon
i caused pain and violent screamin'
now a helpless lounge-about
a worthless theif, without a doubt

the perfect girl is all alone
upon her perfect marble throne
and i attend to idolize
her savage hands and stunning eyes

i kneel before the girl i see
but she doesn't look at me

she looks around for any man
to comfort her and hold her hand
and worship her and make her moan
she looks and sees she is alone

i'm not worthy of her smile
or to walk with her a while
so from a distance, i just stand
and watch and try to understand

to her i'm nothing, the unknown,
invisible.  i know i've grown
but when she needs a friend, and she
is standing right in front of me
she looks and sees she is alone
she looks at me and is alone