The unlovable man

If the sun never rose again
I would be just a whisper
Whithout a name in the end
A ghostly conscience

Myths of the unlovable man
That lived between the stars and the sea
Followed by his lonelyness and his sadness
Seeking a place that would never be

Holding hands with the empty space in his heart
He strolls down a crowded lane
Filled with lovers fading apart
He smiles as he's the one who drives their pain

And he will cross the ways
Over the same road he knows too well
To be unloved again as he puts himslef to someone
That retrives bitterness in wich to dwell

He strums the pavement with his feet
Walking to the beat of a broken heart
Coming to find me, to find himself
Where he can make portraits of himslef

There he goes again, to find a new one to hate
To lose a litle more of his soul and faith
To give away another part of his fate
Never beeing scared, always beeing bold

Life did him wrong again
But look at him go
The unlovable man and his gloominess
Watch them flow
Watch me go.