To be a Goth, do I have to suffer so? Have loneliness burn into my soul, sadness fill my heart, loss bring me to my knees?
All I have is my life and a few songs to help me by in this endless grey world of mine,
no Goth girl to save me, no real escape from this morose existence to gain ascendancy to the heavens.
A soul mate I yearn for, to escape the barest minimum that is life, my life, the world’s life. My music is my guide, without it I’d be a real Goth, dead to the world, the worms my friend.