When the hour strikes late
The turmoil comes home
And in the silence I realize
Again, I'm alone
I'm always alone
the only one there
there's nobody listening
'cause there's no one to care
Sleep, pleasant sleep
steal away my shame
there's comfort in loneliness --
I'm the only one to blame
A wretched little strung-together mess of verse. I really hate loneliness.
Posted by Vengeful Cynic at April 3, 2004 01:27 AM | TrackBack