The anima of  pain is this strain in my heart,
Love's last gasp turned  into dark arts.
Cause in these sharp marks you came to me a sinner,
I'd drop a thousand tears, instead I shed blood thinner.

Can you make me a winner in this pain left divided?
I need a lady in my world, one girl I can confide in.
Trust me I've tried it, and I always end up  short,
On my knees begging her to seize this soul's hurt.

Never seize my goals first,  I'm chasing my dreams again,
And they have to come first, before I turn bohemian.
Maybe you can heed me and learn this burns  through,
As thoughts turn black and blue I learn all I needed was you.

I never believed it was true ,I stayed away like the plague,
These women of my past remain in my heart, if only vague.
I profess not as a sage, but one man still trying,
To learn that loves lost beautiful struggle is dying.

As I sit on this bubble, wondering if it'll pop,
Why can't I find a way for this race to "grow up" stop.
I know up top at least He knows the answer,
And maybe down below she could stop this cancer.

Running through my flesh and bone, laughing, finding me alone,
Looking through this shining soul, gasping, finding I am at home,
I've found your chance to start, Now trust one day I'll play my part,
You know I'll be the jester and you, you can be my queen of hearts.