- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Stranger in My Own Life
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It wouldn't matter if I had you again,
I don't think it'd be the same.
I've changed who I am on the inside;
I can't remember all of your games.
It wouldn't matter if I had fame again,
Or if I was richer than sin.
I wouldn't be in touch with my reality;
I'm just an outsider looking in.
I'm a stranger in my own life,
I don't know the voices or faces of 'friends'.
I feel uncomfortable in celebrity skin;
I'm drowning in the deep end
of a pool I don't remember jumping in.
It wouldn't matter if I was alive again,
I wouldn't remember how to love.
I had my heart broken once too often,
I've forgotten what I'm afraid of.
It wouldn't matter if I could sing again,
I've lost my inspiration.
It died when the wind dropped you at my door,
I felt its dissipation.
I'm a stranger in my own life,
An outsider looking in.
I don't remember who all these people are,
don't know where I'd begin.
I don't belong in this business suit;
I don't remember my inner child...
I am embraced by people I can't relate to,
who am I?
I'm a stranger in my own life-
I don't know you...
I want to...
But I don't belong in this box.
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