still here on my own
going this alone
loneliness bestowed
upon this lonesome throne
feel like my soul is in limbo
an empty shell of skin and bone
a heart that has grown hollow
an emotion no longer shown
it seems any love I had
is a love that's not returned
the thought still drives me mad
burdened by the burn
maybe I am incompatible
destined to be incomplete
my mind and heart at battle
rendering companions obsolete
it seems life would be more easy
if I had someone who cared
somebody beside me
with a love that could be shared
but I'm still here on my own
going this alone
loneliness bestowed
upon this lonesome throne
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