Starve in the Cloves

I know that if I went to it
You'd leave me...
To die with the wolves
And starve in the cloves
See, I'm a different kind of boy
Not for any type of girl
Depression, is such an ugly word
Yea the phone would ring
But it was just ignored
And all my friends are doors
To many other worlds
See, I'm a different kind of boy
Not for any type of girl
With your hands, outstretched towards mine
You could a saved me if you just took the time...