I was never so lost. I will never be found.
I'm wandring through a swamp of fear and pain.
If I trip and fall to the ground,
you will not pick me up again.

I'm giving you all my body, my mind,
I'm all laid out for you to see.
But you turn back and step aside,
not even looking at me.

I wish you'd take my soul as a gift,
but you don't want any of that.
Each time I rise and ask you to lift
me up, I end up falling down flat.

And if this is what love is all about,
I've had enough. I want out.