Can I Get An Amen From The Silent Guilty

Another black eye crying blue.
More aggrivations than thank-you's
Sometimes I just don't know what to do.
What I really need is a clearer avenue.

Notes left on the counter explain.
Nobody understands the natures of my name.
Sometimes I just don't know what to say.
But since you left, I haven't acted the same.

It's true I'm always slow to admit.
It's quite lonely the mighty presence of a gift.
Sometimes I just don't know what to do with it.
I pass it along; I'm so ignorant.

I'm a taste that goes better with lust.
It's harder to digest than (it is to) disgust.
Sometimes I just don't know who to trust.
I inflate the sorting out, 'til it busts.

Another quiet night without a song
to complement while I contemplate what I've done wrong.
Sometimes I knew it was due all along.
I'm not far enough ahead to be so far gone.

It's just a battle of wits and spite
and I could probably use you tonight.
Sometimes I just don't know what I do right.
Any wisdom offered would be out of slight (outta sight).

I got a world of changes in my head.
My heart attacked me and left me for dead.
Sometimes I just don't get why I said
what I did, to compromise my intent.

I'm coming of age, a little too late.
Perhaps it's better to learn than stagnate.
Sometimes I just can't relate
'til the moment's over and left to fate.

This holy world, this world of holes
has no idea how to fill its' roles.
I do what I can and what I'm told
but it's killing me; it's getting old.
I created this mess; I'll get us out.
I often wondered what it was about.
I cut the string-lined tin cans just to shout.
The answers were clouded by my doubt.
This fragile world, full of unknown,
never got to reap the fruit our garden'd grown.
We fall back to seed, treading weeds we'd sown.
If you don't know then I don't know.
You created a disease that I can't escape (of my life);
every idea becomes the next great landscape (of my life).
All of my intentions burn at the stake (of my life)
but I assure you not a one was fake (all my life).

Little sister's got the idea.
Always told me to stay clear of ya.
Now she lives outside of Tampa.
No longer the example,
         exemplar,
         fortune teller
         or childless star.

I'm not sure who you are.
I mean I am, but did we go that far?
Sometimes I just don't reach the stars
like you and the beauty you impart.

I'm not quite sure who I am,
and I'm certain you might not give a damn.
Sometimes I just get lost in
         my own translations,
         undire situations,
         painless confrontations and
         unwelcome frustrations,
that lead me to make me
         sounding like a scam.
But that's not me,
nor who I really am.

...once more the mountain...
...twice the peak...
...three times forever
the happiness you seek...

...Amen...
...Amen...
...Amen ("brothers and sisters")...
...Amen...
"I don't know what this world is coming to."