There is no good reason, I should have to be so alone.
I'm smothered by this emptiness, Lord I wish I was made of stone.
Like a fool I lent my soul to love and it paid me back in change.
God, help me, am I the only one who's ever felt this way?
A heart that's worn and weathered, would know better then to fight.
But I wore mine like a weapon, played out love like a crime.
And it wrung me out and strung me out and it hung years on my face.
God, help me, am i the only one who's ever felt this way?
Now my sense of humor needs a break.
I see a shadow in the mirror and she's laughing through her tears.
One more smile is all I can fake.
There is a wound inside me and it's bleeding like a flood.
There's times when I see a light ahead, hope is not enough.
And another night surrounds me and it pounds me like a wave,
God, help me, am i the only one who's ever felt this way?
God, help me, am i the only one who's ever felt this way?