Wax Fruit

Love don't hate me
Don't make me cry out in the dark my pleads
I'd rather have myself dying
Than crying for your needs

Love don't clutch at my soul
As you are right now
My has no goal
Because I have convinced myself that it is you I should be surround

What good is the table?
If the food is all wax?
What good is life?
Without you in it?
What good is your heart?
If there's no one to understand?