I live for what I haven't got
It's just the way I am
I walk the hallways of this life saying the same things over and over
Usually something about love, and being sorry
But nobody cares
No one ever cares enough to forgive me
Even though I forgive everyone
Its the good Christian man in me.
I live for what I believe in
People and things
Those objects that disappoint you, when its all said and done
There's something about them though
I just can't get enough
Just living in a moment
But falling forever, more than a scraped knee.
I understand things
But no one understands me
They paint pictures of egos
"You're the victim"
When there's so much more to me than that
No one gets it
No one takes the time to know me
It's easier to just paint me in my past.
I build with the tools I have
But its barely enough to build a bridge
No homes, no comfy couches
Just rough and tumble wooden benches
Cold doghouses in winter
I don't build anything worth a single merit
And all that I had is now burnt to the ground
If arrogance and deceit were fire
I'd be the victim of many arsons.
I try to figure out delicate psyches
But what sense is there in that?
I understand children better than I do young women
Perhaps its because children are real, and they are not
I've never met a child with the intention of breaking a heart
Using people who love to love
No, children just smile, and brighten your day
Young women steal the sun from you
They want you to wilt, and perhaps die
Some are morbid that way.
I die by what I love
I love you
I love her
I love everyone
It's just sad to feel like no one gives a damn
Its heartbreaking to feel unlovable
Yeah, that sounds about right.