Flying Solo

Don't know who I'm sposed to be,

I hope to see changes but my aim is just to cope with these life travesties,

am the only seed in the bad apple,

I'm Adam but where's Eve?

Lonely nights feelin' like a cadaver that can't breathe,

I have as much company as a man that's 6 feet deep.

Why can't I find affection?

Is it the inflections of my voice?

I'm not a Sweet boy?

Not a confection?

Not someone you'd have sex with?

In track shoes I trek quick across the sediment,

leaving footprints in places I've never been,

but the faster I run,

the further behind I leave women feeling as if I can never win them .