Kween Kat

<br>All my days are lightning<br><br>Still dont need a friend, Im left to move<br><br>Picture spread still frightening<br><br>I burn those sticks alone<br><br>Its not my home<br><br>I feel her hand upon my leg<br><br>Am I still or am I true? <br><br>The words no longer feed my head<br><br>A cat would never mess my bed<br><br>Bold as thrills are sometimes<br><br>You cant bleed every day, Im packed away<br><br>Cold as he will tell you<br><br>My sign is what I say<br><br>And I cant say<br><br>The father came, hit and run<br><br>We never knew where he came from<br><br>The father came, hit and run<br><br>We never knew just what hed done<br><br>Im left undone