Life has a lesson. I'm sure of it now. I'm sure that I haven't learned it.    I know that I don't know how. These eyes are cryin', for the lack of tears.    I have a knack for fear, and it gets me a bit less than realized, and a big    way for saying that I don't know. I don't know. Life has a lesson, and it    breaks my back on some days, and it leaves my mouth wide open to crave every    drop of rain that the sky would bless on this Summer's day. I'd turn, I'd    turn until everything fades to the same green. I'd kiss you, and I'd know    why. Not for a habitual want, but for a real drive in my life. Here it is,    almost my birthday again. You can take each candle and divide them among my    friends that I've lost for being whoever it is that I am. "You are the    nicest guy. Your smile as sweet as a sugary pie. And your heart is so    warm. But my road can't take the way that you travel..." So my arms are    empty and my head is filled with I don't know. I don't know. And I don't    know how. (Now I don't kiss you.) And I don't know how (to show    affection). And I don't know how (not to be misleading). And I don't know    how. (Now I don't kiss you.) And I don't know how (to show affection).    And I don't know. I sit alone. I sit alone. I sit alone. I sit alone. I    sit alone. I sit alone.