To my shame, I have never been a good man
And for reasons that would take too long to explain
Many would call them excuses or immature reasons
But I was one bred in rejection and pain

The thing I long for the most is love
The thing I desire greatest is a heart
But due to the life I was created to live
The best I can do is the rhyme of a dying art

Oh what I wouldn’t do for a woman’s touch
Someone who is not afraid to embrace me
Someone truly sassy but understanding
Someone who is honestly to heavenly for me

But to no avail, my hopeless hope lives on
Despite all the chances I’ve pursued and taken
Not a brave soul would have me for their own
For love for me will always be questioned and then forsaken