Sometimes I would like to die.
It’s such a pain to live.
And I can’t even see a point
I have so damn much to give

But no one is receptive
To the entreats of a man
Who places no importance on
The habits of his land.

We’re told from when we first emerge
Never to judge a book
By its cover or its trappings.
Inside it, you should look.
Appearances are meaningless.
You’ve known it all along.
Don’t be fooled with lack of substance
But an alluring song.
I did it once, and told myself
I never would again.
And that is why I live alone
Lonely, but without sin.