Lonely

On a walk outside the borders of my mind
I am hypnotized by the sounds in the skies
There's something about a Sunday afternoon
that makes the soul feel so alone

So many thoughts grip my tongue
words go unheard under hollow voices
I'll whisper them softly to myself
in hopes they find their way to someone else

Luck's not fair as it follows the winds of chance
your wishes blow by into someone else's hands

Fate can't be the one to bear your desires
its stubbornness gets the best of you when you choose to trust the liars