Where do I find the love if everything inside me is destroyed? 
Is there any out in the world for a damaged soul like mine?
Does love reside solely in the prayers I shout into the night sky?
Was I ever the right guy or her right time?
Did my hands hold her down in the right kind of way?
There's never a day I'm happy in my own skin.
Sometimes I pray it all goes away.
Other times I push harder for a win.