I wish my eyes learned how to cry,
I wish my heart learned how to love,
But no matter how hard I try,
Feelings are difficult to have.
To be Human sounds hard to me
Why can’t I be happy or sad?
They say life’s real. I cannot see
What’s nice in it nor what is bad.
Something is missing, what could it be?
Something is lost, and I can’t tell
If I am ever breaking free
from my cold emotional cell
Where I’ve lived—where I grew.
What and where could be the key?
I wish I learned. I wish I knew
Whether we all do, or it’s just me.