I'm sitting here alone with nothing on my mind
Silence is all around me as words I try to find
I try to think of romance and how it makes me feel
But I can't remember when romance was ever truly real
I think about my sorrows and the tears that I have cried
How I let my feelings be fed by all who lied
I opened up my heart way too many times
And now I have no feelings to me this is a crime
I stutter with my words as my brain seems to be on hold
My insides are on fire but the outside is so cold
I question my position in this so called life
Why am I so lucky to be married to my wife?
I can't understand why I feel this way
I guess I am just tired I need to call it a day
I hope that in the morning my attitude has changed
And if it does not happen you can call me strange
