Feeder

Coming around, I'm coming around again
Cautious now, until the bitter end
(Just can't see it)
What is this, what have I become?
Twenty days, seven hours alone
You're coming back, coming back, coming back
It's that I just don't see it
Coming back, coming back alone
I miss you each day, day, day
I miss you, why does it have to be this way?
Nothing left, nothing left to me
Solitude, emptiness, defeat
(Just can't see it)
What is this, what have I become?
Twenty days, seven hours alone
Your coming back, coming back, coming back