Marijuana and loneliness on the empty days,
the kind I supress, but won't go away,
I'm not the only one that's felt the coldness in sun rays,
this won't leave me, it only stays...
The tears silently cried, under computer desks,
Shows that God lies, and no one truely rests,
The nights spent sitting up, in darkened, quiet houses,
to escape the pain and people, I'm kept company by mouses...
Every sound like banging pipes, wind blown chimes, and kittens feet,
Gives the lonely a certain hipe, not accused of crimes, solitude is sweet...
Wind blows and poinst branches at you, through a glass pane,
Give thrills, it's not another finger pointed, and not another blame...
After finding peace in, The hypnotic click of keyboard keys,
Your thoughts turn to him, and how he never leaves,
That one pillar, in the temple of your broken heart,
Without a crack or blemish, the one that never falls apart.
Then startling reality, when cold lifeless feet hit the floor,
The purposeless cruelity, when a fists pounds on your door.
Lies and hurt, when you're called a bitch and a fucking whore,
Your one moment of escape, won't materialize anymore...