Sense?

Seeing is believing, but don't believe the truth.
I make sense to myself, but I doubt I will to you.
They say time tends to heal and that time tends to soothe,
Oh well, maybe it does; I sure hope it's true!

I sing a song of six pence, I live my life on two,
I could make you wish you weren't born but I've done that to few.
Where I am is a lonely place, it's not somewhere you'd want to be,
Where I am is a weird place, it's not someplace you'd want to see.

A few friends that I call mine,
I have many, infact.
I need them, use them, help them. They're mine,
Friends. Blood-oath. A pact.

I haven't made much sense till now,
I doubt I ever will.
The seeds of sorrow that I will sow,
I'm sure they're bound to kill.

I know that last line made no sense,
I'm not someone who cares.
If only you'd look at the world through my lens,
You'd see the ropes and snares.

Unpredictable? Random? Yes I am.
Get used to it. This is me.
"What's more?"- you ask. Yes ma'am,
There's a lot you're yet to see!

But I'm running out of things to say,
I'm human after all.
And I'm running out of games to play.
It's time, it's time to fall...