they'd give anything if they had my cough or a kingsize bed that was nice and soft pure envy runs through their veins everyday seems the same the same, the same, the same they all wish they could go to work experience the frustrations that lurk day after day they wish a talk, a lunch, a kiss one kiss, one kiss, one kiss seasons change like a kaleidoscope though the years they learn not to hope death touches all the races the colorless resting places but there's no rest in this place they long to hold another and taste sweet honey see the sun fall asleep and have a pocket full of money smell all the smells of the dirt feel the pain of being hurt it's the pain that hurts