Sometimes it makes me want to scream
I feel alone in this world
Like a robot, stuck in routine
I have my heart on the hook
But noone seems to want to take the bait
I desire attention, adoration, and true love
But to be alone - seems it's my fate.
It's funny... it's so comfortable
Being all by myself
But then there are those lonely nights
Where I wish for someone else.
But alas, for the most part
I don't need to adapt or impress
No need to learn about someone else
No past sins to confess.
I'll focus on careers and goals
So that I'll keep my mind occupied
On the outside I'm ambitious and focused
Though inside I have died.
I prepare myself for my future
To be independent and strong
But what is the use of living this life
Because "alone" seems so wrong.
No comments:
Post a Comment