Alone Again

Alone, stuck on an angle
I try to see the picture
But I just don't

I am just meant to sit here
Until I find a way home
Home where I can be alone
Cos no one wants a fool around
No one wants a broken heart moping

So now I sit waiting
Waiting for something
Anything

I mourn for no pain
I need someone to help me
These broken pieces won't get picked up by only one
But a dozen of others to help the cause

No lovers
No one to call honey
Just a bottle of whiskey
All alone

My mother won't even look at me
She's ashamed of who I am
And wishes I was who I was

I am not accepted
Not allowed home
As I sit I shall think
Of all the good that has come to me
But I'll always feel the pain inside
It aches and burns

It tears me to shreds