Its probably not meant for me
To be loved, and to love another
To hold someone in my arms
Them and no other
No matter how hard i try
No matter how many tears i cry
These loving arms are always empty
I've been lonesome all my days
Tryin to find a place to feel at home
I've been lonesome all my days
Tired of feelin like a waste of space
Its probably not meant for me
To have a family of my own
A raise a couple kids
And have a happy home
I'd probably just screw it up
And not be good enough
It might be best to ramble alone
Its probably not meant for me
To finally be content
I'll toil my life away
Until my mind and body's spent
And on my day of death
And with my final breath
I'll fly away to heaven, and finally understand
I've been lonesome all my days
Tryin to find a place to feel at home
I've been lonesome all my days
Tired of feelin like a waste of space