Song?

lovely is a perfect word
for the state that I'm not in.
In all the things you've never heard
my passion's wearing thin.

I wish with every fiber left
That something comes alive.
I feel like grass without the green,
And bees without their hive.

So break my heart and leave me be.
Just rip at every part of me.
And maybe then I'll start to feel,
Maybe then I'll know I'm real.
I'll scream and cry and close my eyes.
And sever all these ghostly ties.
Just as I start to see the black,
I know you'll come and bring me back.

lennie.