I'm feeling empty in this shell.
Every time I raise some hell.
I try and try, to no avail.
For every coffin needs its nail.
Severely tortured, I shall try
To make a house for you and I.
But as before, my efforts crash.
Before I know, it's turned to ash.
Why good intentions fail to grow
And turn on me, I've yet to know.
"You've no fault here" just makes me smile.
I know much better; been here awhile.
So I'll fuck up somehow and see
What you can never know is me.
