This was the one, my time to not be shunned
Helpless gasping hope, I read upon my final note
All of them meant a ton, but there is surely more than one
I struggle on with one last fight to see the eternal undying light
My security was robbed and my senses were shot
I float upon a paper boat, but near the end, it cannot tote
The miserable, shot, torn apart, the bloke I am
Carrying the weight of 1,000 sins
I’m so insecure and always seemed to be scorned
And I’ve been hollowed out into a way I wasn’t born
God has pushed his way of a horrible, everlasting storm
And has pushed to me a person who will never be adored
Filled with the roots of the tree of hate
A true lasting relationship will never await
My one and only of the wind find yourself free of my sin
Traveling hidden through the night I find myself my final fight
I slashed and slashed but my soul was already gashed
And I will never see you here again a true love was never meant to begin
I shred my disparity and welcome the clarity of something out of bloom
How can we hide the shame knowing we will never be bride and groom
Even though I’m not dead, I’d rather die with the thought of you in my head.