I stand outside myself, and watch it all begin.
I wish I had a friend. This sensation doesn't end.
It only fades away at night and in the morning starts again.
You think I'm crazy, and I guess I think you're right.
But please don't laugh at me, I'm simply not up to the fight.
I'm losing touch again, tell me what to feel.
Don't look inside of me, and tell me that this isn't real.
You can shed my darkness, if I open the door.
But if I give into you, am I human any more?
I am unbalanced, my bones all ache with pain.
It's probably in my head, I wish I could explain.
I want to reach for you, but you don't understand.
This isn't what I planned.
I don't ask for much, let me hold your hand.
I can't be needy, and so I scream inside.
My former self has died.
I want him back at times, I need to take that ride.
Another lonely night. Staring at my phone.
I've been left alone.
I woke up in the dark, and made my way back home.
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