Everyone that has ever said that they love me All those who've mentioned that I'm their one and only That their desire is to be with me, hand in hand for our eternity All those who've told me that they care about me deeply But have otherwise only ever proven to be phony Compassion is something never aloud to me History is rewritten by present and past company Because when it comes down to the nitty gritty I'm just a stepping stone obviously I mean hell, just look at my track record then back at me Don't even need a degree in forensic diplomacy Actions speak loudly Leaving me stuck in an unwanted and completely unnecessary purgatory But no one cares about a no guts, no glory type story No one cares how their actions have affected my energy Turning me, molding me into the evil reflection that won't stop staring back at me All sides have proven extensively that I am unworthy of being wanted, forget loving unconditionally All I've ever wanted was to be somebody's somebody But everybody says the same thing to me openly No friendly faces and behind their smiles is a judgement and verdict of guilty So I struggle with the fact that somehow they all agree If the problem isn't me it at least resides in me I've got a penny, two maybe, We'll find the appropriate line to walk eventually I just hope there'll be someone left standing next to me Because an eternity is a long time to spend lonely