I owe you an apology.
For my behavior is erratic.
But if you could hear the voices within,
Maybe it would be quite clear
A confused soul is worth nothing.

Things aren't going as they're supposed to.
I could correct their course,
if I only knew how they're supposed to.
What I have is not what I want.
And what I want,
Is probably not worth having.
Like, I said: An apology is due.
For a confused soul, is worth nothing.


Hopefully one day,
I'll get what I want.
Or learn to love what I have.
Till then, I hope this struggle rips me apart.
I hope it keeps me up at night,
as I remember a thousand goodbyes.
And hopefully one day,
it'll make sense.
Because I've lived long enough,
with the feeling that something's missing.
And baby, I know it better than anyone else.
A confused soul is worth nothing.