Wounded Heart

Thereís a hole in my heart that shelters loads of doubt
And Iím forever doomed to try to fill it out
forever seeking those who will provide
the rules by which my empty heart might abide
and all the same refusing to hand over control
childhood loneliness taking its toll

Deep in my heart
thereís a fatal weakness
the remains of my upbringingís let downs and losses
and Iím bearing all the crosses
of the doubt that lives in the hollow part
of my mortally wounded heart

Forever doomed to seek a brand new world in which to live
something much more vibrant than my loneliness could give
someone to show me another interpretation of the world I see
to give support and stability to me
and seeking so hard that I close my eyes
to all evidence of other peopleís emptiness and lies

Deep in my heart
thereís a fatal weakness
the remains of my upbringingís let downs and losses
and Iím bearing all the crosses
of the doubt that lives in the hollow part
of my mortally wounded heart

My spirit is torn and inprisoned and anarchist and free
with too many facets for anyone to see
excactly what goes on behind my eyes
and Iím quite willing to change to fit into any ties
but in the end my desire to be myself becomes too strong
although I donít know who that is so I just end up feeling wrong

Deep in my heart
thereís a fatal weakness
the remains of my upbringingís let downs and losses
and Iím bearing all the crosses
of the doubt that lives in the hollow part
of my mortally wounded heart

I cannot go and I cannot stay
I donít want to be me so I keep running away
from people and places and personalities and what ever might be
Iím always looking for someone to transform me
I give my body and my honeycombed heart to hear someone sing my song
itís sadly and desperately true that people like me never live very long

Deep in my heart
thereís a fatal weakness
the remains of my upbringingís let downs and losses
and Iím bearing all the crosses
of the doubt that lives in the hollow part
of my mortally wounded heart