I wear my heart on my sleeve,
I know what I want but push too hard and they always leave.
Smother them, treat them like a child, mindless,
Killing them softly with my version of kindness.
What is wrong with me? I really don’t know,
How come, emotionally I simply do not grow.
I try to change, mature and be a ‘real’ man,
I really do try as best as I can.
I try to play it down, I try to play it cool,
Until love strikes then I become giddy fool.
Yet again, I’ve fucked it right up,
Like pissing in my own cup.
Back again on my own,
Destined to be with myself, alone.
A single ticket on life’s cruel journey,
Will anyone ever love me?