Sycophant

I've got everything Just give that bell a ring I don't account for taste I know this note's a waste Feeling lonesome's the worst Certainly not a first Call me desperate and sick I know that I'm just a Sycophant How quick the months turn to years Proportionate to my fears Your pity feels just right Maybe I'll end it tonight A cycle borne of abuse The ravings of a recluse I'm so tired of this You know that I'm just a Sycophant Maybe I'll die But you won't know why I'm absolutely sure That you are not the cure Just call out please I'm on my arms and knees So alone The end, more bitter than sweet The book that I cant complete Give me a reason to care I cannot help but stare This happens now and again Escape the loony bin My every word is a trick The lonely letters of A sycophant Maybe I'll die But you won't know why I'm absolutely sure That you are not the cure Just call out please I'm on my arms and knees So alone Maybe I'll die But you will know why Motionless and cold No possession to hold Fetally posed I have very door closed So alone