I want to be your only friend.
Is that scary?
My active mind don't wish it so.
Watch out for these silent thoughts;
that's where the seed of soul-sucking grows.

When each who comes around you
takes some of your life.
That's when I get angry,
an outfit for my fire.

You want to be my daughter.
Come sit upon me.
I hate it, but it's so.
I wanted you as my mother,
cheering me as I go.

When each who comes around you
takes some of your life.
That's when I get angry,
an outfit for my fire

Picture us lounging, just sitting and listening and loving what we hear.
That has never happened, we both flail too much.
We flail too much to let the other near.

I want to be your only friend.
Beware of me.
My quiet mind is not fit to leave.
Take the warning, I've seen fit to lend.
And from this stage we have been freed.