Brian Frank - These Questions Why Lyrics

I left the city, I left my home
Walked out the door then down a road
I had to go but I didn't know where
I'd be stayin' but here I'm nowhere

I need some sort a rescue, some sort of change
Some sort of something to break up this day
Something to happen, something of less pain
Someone to meet, and sweep me off my feet

I never lived, I never loved
God never guided me from above
Is it all fiction, moreover lies
Can one be happy when one only cries?
Give me something more than these questions why

I'm the messiah, the chosen one
The golden boy, poster boy for no fun
If I've been given, oh so much life
Then why ain't I living and
Why aren't things right?

Working my way, through the mundane
Watch history repeat, out of touch, lack of shame
Where am I headed, where are we now
Have we forgotten?
God damn it, I'm down