Sometimes
I feel helpless and hopeless.

Sometimes
I want to kiss this country goodbye.

Sometimes
I feel like my life has no purpose.

Sometimes
I want to crawl out of my skin.

Sometimes
I want to love you,
but *you're not there.

It was  lost on
a cold night, never
to be found again.

On cold pavement
slabs, my bottom
freezing but all part of
the fun.

She used me as some
late night fun, but it
was 25th December.

I'll never forget that
present, she unwrapped
and threw me away
when done...

Does this mean
you think of me
as a friend
or as a
potential girlfriend?

*I'm confused.

Sir,
please tell me
why you've grown so bitter.
Is it something I've said?
Did you skip your morning bread?

Sir,
I implore you to tell me
why you've grown so sad
because, well...
you still are my favorite lad.

Look into my eyes
and say with me,
*"I am worthy of love."