I fear there will be no more empathy
in this world, ever again;
I find my heart breaks
Whenever I feel disappointed
For the empath in me resides
In anger,
For in anger do I reside in shame!
If love were a boat, it would sink
And my eyes fall to the floor
And they splatter,
Oh what shame am I living in?
On such a deep level, I\'m to blame
Sing me songs that are insane
For I can\'t get this weakness
Out of my head,
Now who\'s the one to blame for this?
For I am certainly not green!
Yet I am a dying breed, a wayward hope!
If my boat sinks tomorrow
I would die.