Looking For a Place to Die

I was young and brilliant,
but the problem was
I thought I was a woman.
My soul was stolen cause I didn't guard it
and that proved something,
but I was too hard headed
to focus on the lesson.

I was a little girl
and he knew I was too damn sweet.
He knew I was naive
and that's what attracted him to me,
the fucking creep.

I alienated everyone who loved me.
I didn't want to have friends.
I just wanted to be alone
with my demon.
I won't lie,
I am sometimes satisfied
when I feel an evil visitor
enter my body.

There are times
when he won't allow me to cry,
and those are the moments I really
feel like I need help.
But, that only happens once in a while.
I'm good in life, I just need a place to die.

This might sound strange, but something about him
allows my true talent to come out.
I try to act as God's child,
but this spirit
doesn't feel godly at all.
I feel like I'll be misunderstood again,
but I know who I am
and that is why
I am bold in my statements.
I will never fall.

I'm just looking for a place to die.
I need a place to rest when my body
is too tired to settle for a night
of tossing and turning.
That is why I hustle
and that is why I
put up with the bullshit
of this journey.

You don't have a goal?
You don't know what you want?
I'm leaving you behind,
you're no love of mine.

I'm searching for something,
and it has to be better
than the place I was born in.

I have split personalities and we need a place
where we will be accepted.
It's hard to believe
that we don't always agree.

Man, I just remember being young,
brilliant, and naive.
I was forced to do things I didn't want,
but I didn't know I had to become strong.
See, you can't send just any little girl
out to hunt,
she needs experience first.