Pain raps her arms around my waste
And has made a nest in my heart. How am I to feel?
The shallow graves of my mistakes give foreplay to my mind
My memory reveals they are not hard to find. How am I to feel?
Make me strong, make me wise, make me just better than someone in my eyes
(Sigh) OK then maybe tomorrow, but today how am I to feel?
I believed in love and said there was only one
But many came alone and all was not. How am I to feel?
Blank expression often chains himself to my body and sits on my face
Sneaking up and unknowingly until you draw it to my attention but how am I to feel?
I have seen the reddest of roses and the richest of blue dripping from the sky
I have seen the happiest of people but me…how, how am I to feel?
You can answer my question but I know the answer in store
“You should be joyful, happy etc…†like all my friends before
And to say the least you are not wrong that gives you zeal.
But knowing what-still leaves a void to my question how am I to feel?
