My Dead Being

coz i always talk to the wrong person
and get the wrong suggestions
and feel I'm just right
things go off strikingly odd.

coz i confide in you, him and her
and think you'll only say the right
and think you're my well-wishers
everything goes dramatically wrong.

coz i always take the first step
and believe that to believe
is the greatest thing to try once more
myths always finally break

now i'm going to hit the wall once more
and nothing would hold my hand
and i'll be free when the wall breaks
with debris cluttering over my dead being.