Self pity is one of the few pleasures I can afford
It comes in abundance, mainly when I'm bored
I'm told to be happy with what I’ve got
But should I be content with my sorry lot?
I see others who treat loved ones like dirt
Do what they want, don't care who they hurt
They conceal their face with a wall of lies
Yet I look on with envious eyes
So should I be a drunk and give a girl a slap?
Sleep with her mates and tell her a load of crap?
Cover my tracks, be a bare-faced liar?
Maybe this way I'll get what I desire?

People say pick yourself up off the floor
But I just fall back down, can't do it much more
Love in abundance, so heavy to bare
But I can't find anyone willing to share
I feel used and abused, I hope they're amused
Is everyone happy? cos I’m just confused
Been told I'm not a real man well, maybe they're right
cos real men don't cry their way through the night
Maybe it's because I wear my heart on my sleeve
And not afraid to say what I believe
Maybe it's time to build up a wall
Padlock the door and hide from them all
My feelings I find hard to hide
So perhaps I should lock them deep inside
Seal up the lock and swallow the key
So they will remain embedded in me


We all have a soul-mate of that I am sure
But I don't have the strength to search anymore
Maybe I should resign to being alone
But don’t give me pity; I’ve enough of my own