Empty Hands

I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them

But can't understand how to get a grip with all these

People around, nothing seems to stick with them

They're getting me down and I pin them insensitive

And they ask me to lend them a hand

I put it out but then they turn my hand down

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty empty hands, hands

I was given this heart, I help with it stopping

But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the

People at large, how they're so unappealing, oh

They're just not that smart, and sometimes it's endearing

But now when I ask them to lend me a hand

And they just look at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty empty hands, hands

I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth

But I can feel all the lies, falling through the roof

They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce

I'd say that lies are in

Style, so it's safe to assume

That if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand

You might just say that you do but really not give a damn, damn, damn

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty?

Why do I take these things around my little empty?

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?

My empty empty hands, hands