I sit here in silence and wonder
Would I be better off six feet under
What type of man am I
To sit here and watch time go by
I feel as if i deserve certain things
To which I know life will never bring
I feel as if im suppose to live
But why, when I have nothing to give
I feel as if im worth something
Even though I know im nothing
I want to be able to satisfy
But when I do something its as if I don\'t even try
I give what I can
When I can
And as time passes on by
I ask again, what type of man am I