Too alone to admit it

by A Metaphorical Beauty   Feb 22, 2006


Nothing's going my way and my fuse is running low,
A little selfish maybe but the anger only grows.
Today I wondered what if I was alone and was my own company,
A little selfish maybe because there are people who will look and see
And long for what I have, maybe become me in their own comfort,
Try and write like I do, follow in my footsteps, foot by foot.

So maybe I shouldn't feel so alone and wishing my friends away is wrong,
But doesn't everyone feel that sometimes they don't belong?
There's a switch in my head which turns from on to off within seconds,
And it scares me cause then the voice in my head beckons.
I need some sort of security, a white padded out room,
With a shrink and a camera, whilst you're there activate the zoom.

Never in the arms of someone to love, but I don't care,
I don't need a man to rescue me, I have nothing to share.
To some my heart is cold, an uncooked chunk of meat,
But I say that is a heart, how can it love if it cannot beat?
I'm a fighter but I no longer feel the need for all of life's wires
Cut off the life machine so I can be a free spirit and cross the barriers.

There's got to be something somewhere to keep me sane,
But I can't help but hate more than love and cause too much pain,
There's nowhere left to fall or no words left to promise you the world,
I continue sinking further to the bottom expecting the answers to just unfold,
If love is blind then it can be silent, the world needs the next best thing,
Marriage isn't the answer, where's the proof but paper and a ring?

When I try to sleep at night I hear the worlds grieving,
The sound of it's mourning yawning over miles of darkness so deceiving,
The sky is a suffocating blanket of pain and lies,
But the mischievous stars spell out your name and sin which may be to your surprise,
You can be in denial and hide your lonely heart and pretend to be something your not and
When our surroundings lay to rest is when it speaks most truth we wish to be forgotten.

We don't like to think it's so easy to die when it's so hard to live,
We all have goals and aims in life, but for this there's so much we have to give,
And sometimes friends get in the way of your ambitions,
So let's take the easy way out and make your best friends your ammunition,
That way you know Heaven will be given to you on a plate,
And until the end, I leave my life in the hands of fate.

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