Love’s Not For Me

Every time I look at myself

All I can see is a kind of guy ruined totally

Day after day promising to make up for it

Sure, I never mean to let you down, but I do

It's always good to keep talking for happy endings

But if a person doesn’t deliver and keeps screwing up

That is the point you have to say stupid you

Or words to that effect

Loves not meant for me maybe

Maybe the happy ending is being in my own

Walk in the dark,

Sleep and wake again in that dark

That may be my happy ending instead

My fate if I can call it that way

The helpless heart being broken and smashed into pieces

Ready to be washed away once thrown in the ocean

My friends are happy about themselves

My enemies are glad for my losing

What do I gain at the end?

Pain and suffering from my own sins

Sins of drinking again and again the poison

Killing my soul slowly

Welcoming my body to six feet deep super apartment

Forgetting every waking day, love isn’t my friend.