Heart and Soul

I'm doing my best but it's not enough
I'm doing my best but it's never enough
And pain is my friend, and pain feels like home
And I'm having the best of times, when I'm all alone

This heart that I own is cold as stone
This heart that I own is made out of bone
And seasons do change and seasons do pass
It's there to remind me with pride of its' broken past

I spend my days lost in the crowd
I spend my nights singing out loud
The loss and the pain since the day I was born
The loss and the strain that burdens my soul

Gasping for breath I'm drinking my mess
Fighting to lift this weight off my chest
And pain is my friend, and pain feels like home
And I'm having the best of times, when I'm all alone