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September 8th, 2007

 

All I know is lonelyness, all I know is pain.
All I know is shallow hearts, and stupid childish games.
I cannot help that I feel so much, or that it's mostly pain.
At times I want to kill myself, and others go insane.

If I can feel so much for others why am I alone?
Am I the only one around who can pick up a phone?
I call them and talk to them unable to say
that I love them and I hate them in completely different ways.

I hate my look and I hate my life, I hate that I must live,
And what I hate most of all is that I cannot give.

Love to me is more than just a little heartache and it's done.
To stumble through my feelings there is a battle to be won.

I do not know why I must feel so much painful things when all I want is love.
Is that too much for a man to have? I guess so