Meant to Do

I’ve spent my life all alone in my head.
When will I grow up and stop acting dead?
See the world, see something clean, something new.
That is what I have always meant to do.

But see, I’ve tried. And I always fail.
Ship can’t go, has no sail.
What path to take? Bid the world an adieu?
That is what I have always meant to do.

I’ve spent my life searching for my own end.
Death is never what I really intend.
At day’s end, though, I fear this is true:
Death is all that I’m ever meant to do.