I feel the same, as I did yesterday,
I sit down outside, and then I pray.
I know I won't get anywhere, but I still have to try,
I try to withhold, but then I cry.
I can't explain why, just how it goes,
reality sets in, and damn it blows.
Friends try to ask, what the hell is wrong,
I just look away, and sing this song.

It's called being lonely.

I've kept track all my life, and still can't find,
a memory of being depressed, not a single sign.
But lately, things sure have changed,
I feel like nothing, and I'm always in pain.
I want to find myself, and be by myself,
and cry by myself, because there's nothing else.
I hide a lot of these thoughts, oh yes I do,
a lot of people don't know, my heart's black and blue.
I tried to start an old flame, I treasure her name,
but the result's the same, it's not her I blame.

It's called being lonely.

I drive around at night, and all day,
I sit the rest of the time, still not okay.
I drink a lot, in fact way too much,
I can't say no, it drowns everything to a hush.
It cools my nerves, but even sometimes,
I get so pissed, and get myself in fights.
Punching things, and yelling names,
but being sober, won't change a thing.
If my liver hurts, I don't feel it a bit,
because my heart and soul, feel like shit.

It's called being lonely.

I don't know, what's wrong with me,
I wish everyone, would let me be.
Sometimes I wanna die, I won't lie,
considered suicide, but that still won't hide.
The pain and agony, of a head gone wild,
doing stupid shit, every once in a while.
No I can't smile, feeling this way,
all I ask for, is a drama-free day.

It's called being lonely.

Nothing's changed, it never will,
all the sympathy, is overkill.
I don't need anyone, that way I'm free,
but then there's loneliness, all over me.
Chain of events, and no point,
I wish I knew a place, to go to and join.
Sick of being here, sick of everyone,
sick of sadness and hate, sick of no fun.
Even though I'm alone, I somehow still get harassed,
I had a chance to escape, but that time has passed.

That time has passed, oh that time has passed,
Passed, passed, passed, that time has passed.
Sick of it, sick of it all.
Fuck that, fuck them, fuck you, fuck me.
Fuck it all, fuck this, oh that chance to escape.