Heartache

Will someone give me what I plead for?
Will someone rip my heart out?
Will someone or somebody find a way?
Will someone please, please finish me?

You are my food, my air, my water and soil
How can I possibly eat or breath you
how can I possibly drink or feel you
when I don't know how to touch you?
Will someone please, please finish me?

I don't know anything for sure any more.
I'm tired of looking, tired of seeking
It all seems so incomplete so strange
Perhaps death someday will show me the way out...