Oh Lord
I am a late night beggar
Crashing to her end.
The world is asleep
with magical dreams enchanting their minds.
While I sit here in self pity.
With no one but you to talk to.
Someone who doesn't even respond.

Anger
Sadness
Envy
Disappointment
Regret
Suicide
All cater my mind
I clutch my blanket
crying out - " Don't you feel my pain!
                      Can you feel it!?"

I know my hurting isn't a tragedy.
But it's something that has no antidote.
This loneliness destroys my thoughts like a tumor.
Slowly I lose all demeans of reality.

Where is my alcohol?
Where is my drugs?
Where is my knife?
Where is my sex?
What can I do to submerge this out?
What steps should I take now?
What trend can I follow?
What boy can I tangle myself up with?
Who can hear my hollers?

This love I would die for is some tale with no happily ever after.
It's like chasing a rainbow for a pot of gold.
There is no end.
There is no pot of gold.
And there is no love for me.
Not even an ounce
I'm just a charity case; a wonderful joke.
I'm the joker on your stage.
And you, you my wonderful audience can all sit among the balconies and watch this extraordinary show.
Where I will provide for your every need.
Because love is not hindered in these eyes.

And here for the grand finally I will get onto my knees
with disasters rolling down my face
And here I will do the beggars dance
Singing a song that goes like this....

So Lord please answer this beggars prayer
and take my life
It's something I don't need
And It's something I don't want
I doubt you could use it at all
My hope is gone
My faith is destroyed
What is left of me
is Not in your image

Drowned me if you must
stab me with a knife
blow me away with a gun
take me in my sleep
pick what you choose
just do it soon
before I become God
And answer my own prayers

The audience begins to claps and cheer
roses flying all around
While the song is fading out
Along with her heartbeat.
The beggar takes her bow
and from there she never gets back up.