Dream

19. Sitting Alone

All I do is sit here.
But what am I supposed to do when I'm so alone?
When the only company is my own,
When there's no place to call home,
Talking is pointless, they'll never understand,
So back down my throat is where my opinions are crammed
Loving is useless, my life is a dead end,
No one wants a lover who's death is just around the bend
Looking for purpose is futile, after all, happiness is just a lie
I'm a waste of space,
And sitting here is a waste of time,
But all I do is keep making these worthless fucking rhymes
And hoping they'll have a purpose someday,
Who am I kidding? If anyone reads this they'll say it's all fake
Because no one gets this pain,
There isn't anybody who gives a damn about my fate
And I can see why too,
They're looking for the fresh, the bright, the new,
Not some torn, ragged doll held together by nothing but glue
They just won't admit that's how it is
Nobody wants to know about some depressed little shit,
A supposed attention seeking brat with no friends
I guess that's the only way they'll see this,
After all they haven't ever seen through the smoke,
They sure as hell won't now, they'll say it's an overdramatic hoax
That's why it's better to be alone,
Because no one actually cares how many scars you show,
You're just another blemish on their immaculate ice cream cone,
Your bloody flesh will become their imperfect cherry
And you'll be devoured by all the greed and hate
You poor little fuck
You should have ran away
Avoiding the malice, hidden
Alone in the shadow is where you should have stayed
But then again, what do I know?
My voice is irrelevant
The words I write are gibberish
Buried beneath the perfection, the pristine plastic
My mouth spouts nonsense,
That's why I shut it
Locked my lips, and instead wrote like a damned philosopher,
But I'm still just a disgusting little shit,
Sitting alone in a corner.

Inspired by,
Car Radio- Twenty Øne Piløts