I feel like I am only my body,
I’m held together with paper glue.
My soul is shattered into pieces,
Another piece takes me from the perfect living.
You can lean on me,
Have a drink on me,
Press yourself on top of me,
Leave your mark on me.
I paint my face till it smiles,
Hurt myself until it is quiet.
I’m nothing else than a piece of art,
Just a piece of this house.
You can eat of me,
Put a joke on me,
Kick me back,
Take just another piece of me.
These four walls keep me safe,
Keeps me away from his touch,
I’m a living, breathing thing,
It’s something you’ve never been.
You can hate me,
Spit on me,
Hurt me till I cry,
And kill me when you’re finished.
I’m buried alive,
Feeling like I’m undead.
I’m just a piece of this room,
Just a piece of the furniture.