The World of Woe
Why
I,walked a path all by myself,
never needed no one else.
Though I’m bleeding, I still stand alone,
and
I,
through a tainted world of symmetry,
ever void, but needing imagery,
though I’m dying, I still stand alone,
and
Why,
do I lose myself in doubt?
When the world is falling out?
And I find myself, wondering, wondering,
Why,
Do you look at me that way?
I’m a writer, not a saint.
Hate me not, for my lack of faith.
I,
should have known, but didn’t anyway,
couldn’t claim to know the right way,
though I’m confused I stand alone,
and,
I,
never could have loved you anyhow,
the curtain’s closed, you missed your final bow,
though you’re crying, I still stand alone,
and,
Why,
Do you fear to be alone?
I’ve got this far all on my own,
and I find myself, wondering, wondering,
Why,
Do you call me up at night?
When all we do is fight?
Do you think that I’ll make this all alright?
Lost my soul to bitter hopes, lost my heart in weeping saints,
Can you find the words to say, you’re not to blame, anyway.
Lost myself in bleeding notes, lost my mind to hopeless faith,
Can you find a reason why, you ought to try, don’t lose your mind...