And I will die alone, in a field somewhere
Organs and bloody bones, will decompose with hair
So why should I try to love?
What would be good for me?
I could channel all my rage, into a pit of despair
And I will drag on, till my toes catch fire
And I won’t be tempted by such evils as desire

So come, take me home, but I don’t know where
Just leave me here, and I will learn
That love can’t be made, it must be earned
And most things are not meant to be
But some things are, you must believe

And god will walk me home, with his hand on my back
“Tell me your collection of sorrows son.” His smile cracked.
“I can’t feel love, for anyone or myself, I have tried to hold on, to the things I’ve shelved
But the anger builds within me, the mistakes I’ve made, the sorrow becomes me
And I am a stranger’s day, I swear I can change, but no one would know.
I can’t love myself, like anyone else, I can’t find myself, in this dust, why am I so alone? In this world of love, can I find the phone, and call my luck, and burn it at the stake, with all my lust, Why can’t I be normal? And love someone?
Why can’t I be strong? And love someone?
Why can’t I be happy? And love someone?
Why can’t I be courageous? And love someone?”

Why have I developed, this list so long, of things that I regret, and dwell upon?
Why have I all these sorrows? I am a young man still.
Why have I all this pain, inside my heart?

My heart is a maze, made of stone
Its wall cannot be climbed, the paths aren’t shown
And in the center is an emotion that I can’t imagine
But I know it’s there
And someone, someday, will find it, and will show me the way
And when I find myself, I will find love…
I will find love for myself and for others, the ones I’ve hurt
The ones who tried to hold me, and show me the path in dirt

But I am too concerned with the task at hand
Finding love, and becoming an emotionally stable man
The wind will blow away, whatever paths were shown
And time will take away, the love that was honed

God repair my strings, and pull me apart
Show me love like a child, learning to beat his heart

Why am I such a coward? An impatient fool
Why am I such a liar? A devious strand
Why am I so useless? A broken tool
Why am I so incoherent? A regret filled man

So let me die alone, and no one will mind
Let me in the water, I heard it feels fine
Unravel the mystery of love, and explain it at my funeral
Tell the world I was incapable, and I don’t deserve remorse
Ask them to laugh, to cry in joy
That I can feel no pain, no love, no ploy
I am a void.