Searching Sea Land

Ima tired man,
In a bleeding land,
Ima excavator empty,
on a foreign land
Attraction don't exist here,
I ain't as pretty as I seemed
the glances I get are evil
the nice ones are just dreams
I'm an empty page
in a used up type of book,
giving service for shelter
peeling the excess off my looks
Lovers try and track me,
but Ive recycled in the past
Following the pieces dropped,
so that they can real me back
Ima stubborn little boy,
I think Ive lost my toy
Theres no names that do exist,
theres no flowers painting it
with no sense of soul in here,
and a lacking love over there
Ima keep on swimming on,
until I find myself again