you'll never know

i'm standing here all wounded but open,
open to whatever you want from me. 
they said beggars can't be choosers and I'm starving for love.

i think i've always had some sort of deficiency,
loneliness doesn't scare me, you do.
i can't love myself so i need someone else to do it for me.

i'd drop dead like a fly if i couldn't drown in you, 
but the drought has been long and tiresome,
i think i might be destined to suffer withdrawal for the rest of my life. 

so kiss me, 
kiss me and claim your land. 
it might not be fruitful, but won't you try? 
maybe there is something good buried deep within me, 
or maybe it's fool's gold.