Yeah

If love could come my way, I would grow into a better person each day
I am not open to this word of affection, yet I need the selection
If lust and pity is my future, then what is there to nurture?
I have grown to like this world and its flaws, but I think I am under his paws
Money is what I think I need, it drives me like a drug at speed
Friends here I think I have but two, I am afraid I know not what to do
In a little place called reality, I feel alone; I think this is how it should be
There are plenty who care about my feelings, yet I feel nothing like selfish seedlings