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, are they so unappealing or
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 down 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

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 aren't my 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
Why, do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty, empty hands, hands
My empty, empty hands
Yeah, yeah