Stolen Sidewalk

I’m a junkie.
I’m a whore.
That’s what you always called me.
I am raw,
an open sore.
I ache to remind me…

I’m a weakling,
you are strong.
Pick me up from where I lay.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg…

I’m religious once again.
We all are before we die…
and I am so sick to death.
Wasted tears I cry.
And who said love would always mend,
and fill the emptiness again.
Should light a single candle…
make a prayer in my name.

I’m a weakling,
you are strong.
Pick me up from where I lay.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg.
I am not right,
you’re not wrong.
I can’t last another day.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg…

The closest thing I found to heaven,
is sitting here, talking to you…
I’m the queen of western paradise,
don’t you know,
nothing left for me to do.

I’m a weakling,
you are strong.
Pick me up from where I lay.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg.
I am not right,
you’re not wrong.
I can’t last another day.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg…