walk to the window and look at the sun a big yellow ball burning holes in my fun rotten spring apples left out in the fall there's nothing left here nothing at all the leaves are all gone there's a hole where they were a hole in my hand outside is a blur tucked inside my little hideout the vultures can't get to me to peck my eyes out broken and bleeding I am alone I am not you this is my home don't think about me you can't see me today I cannot hear you I have gone away