sometimes in my lonesome
i feel a deep regret,
like my life is forfeit
& my failures are set,
as if comfort has gone
from my chest,
along with cheer,
along with rest,

leaving me to the sleepless night,
trying to find any trace of light,
hoping for a reason to love who is me,
when i always feel that loved is what I'll never be,

because every night in my painful dreams,
happiness is in my reach it seems,
but every time i reach for it to seize,
i get cheated, robbed, or beaten to my knees,
and then I'm forced to watch that which i truly desire
go and leave me to drown in the sea or burn in fire,
or I'm left turned silence into stone,
forever to be cold...
forever to be alone.