But Not for Me

The days they pass me like a brutal wind
Billowing and tossing, fatal as a sin
I am in this world, but not of it
Unwelcome and shunned by those I covet
No, they have love and companions
But not for me
They have warm, fuzzy kisses to share
But not for me
There is happiness somewhere to be found
Just not for me

I feel as if I’m being punished but I don’t know
What crime I have committed, what petty low
To suffer for that which I cannot control
To be lonely in a lonesome world, so bitter, so cold
There must be comfort in the warmth of love
But not for me
There must be a caring shoulder to lean on
But not for me
There must be more than all this unhappiness
Only not for me

All this mixed up frustration
I just can’t see
Where’s my salvation?
Is there none for me?
Where is my salvation?
Or is it not for me?
There is salvation for some
But not for me