Even though I try
And tried, I must have
Even though I lied
And it hurt, it must have

Towards a dream
Towards a try
Towards a hope
Towards a lie

Towards a self
Towards a meaning
Towards a sound
Untoward my own

Even though I cry
And cried, I must have
Distant wars I decry
Decried, I must have

And I couldn't even hide
This empty pretense
The want to give meaning
The want to make sense