I wear my heart on my sleeve,

I know what I want but push too hard and they always leave.

Smother them, treat them like a child, mindless,

Killing them softly with my version of kindness.

What is wrong with me? I really don’t know,

How come, emotionally I simply do not grow.

I try to change, mature and be a ‘real’ man,

I really do try as best as I can.

I try to play it down, I try to play it cool,

Until love strikes then I become giddy fool.

Yet again, I’ve fucked it right up,

Like pissing in my own cup.

Back again on my own,

Destined to be with myself, alone.

A single ticket on life’s cruel journey,

Will anyone ever love me?