This is my song of honesty,
a confession tied to a melody.
Some white-man complaint
of feeling old and blue,
but this is something
that I must live through.

My brother is playing cards
on the beach,
one-hundred million miles
away from me.
And my father, I never saw his face,
so you can see why I feel so far out of place.

I know life isn't really so bad,
I got all I need so I have
no right to be sad.
And yet I can't fill a room
when I walk on through the door,
and I'm not from this planet anymore.

So this is my love letter
to all the broken hearts;
howling at the moon
and living in the dark,
feeling like a *****
or ****** right out your mind,
looking through all you have lost
to see what you can find.