Maybe this all thing will start to make some sense

This doesn't make sense,
I don't make sense,
And certainly, life doesn't make sense.
I'm trying to figure out how to turn this in a good thing,
How to live a life that I'm proud of.
I'm trying so hard to find something that I like, 
Something I would really enjoy.
I don't know how to make life enjoyable.
I don't really know how to live it.
I don't know how to (not) love you,
And I'm so sorry for that. 
I have to apologize to my heart,
The poor bastard is always broken,
I should start to use it along with my head,
To makes us suffer a little bit less,
If that's is even possible.
I'm just a hopeless romantic,
Trying to find someone to share all my love with,
And when that happens, 
Maybe this all thing will start to make some sense.