I treat my life like a joke,
I drink, I smoke,
I can't keep a steady job,
I cave, I sob,
I'm not really one for human contact,
I don't attract,
I'm not sure if I want to live or die,
So I don't try,
I've nothing bearing semblance to a goal,
It's awful dull,

I hope to sing, to sing a song,
Of hope that I may carry along,
And find a reason to justify,
The bleeding heart and tired eyes,
A quest for which I could stake my life,
A reason for the pain and strife,
I'd be happy, to defend to the death,
A cause to justify my breath