This Is Your Voice

In The Dark

I walk a hundred miles home, out in the cold, all alone, without a story to be told, my mind aches without the feeling of being used, instead I just feel like I'm being abused, I wanna rise up, to it all, and create some good luck, and stop my continuing fall.

I have the same journey everyday, in the dark, I walk back home this way, every time I hear the guy's dog bark, I shudder in fear, and stand in silence, and blink without releasing a tear, and start to listen out for the sirens.

My journey gives me nothing, I wish I had something, that would make me feel welcome, instead this life makes me feel unwelcome, I have no friend to accompany me, instead I just flee, away from my fears, that have stalked me all my years, I believe I'm insane, but yet, I can't seem to break off this chain, that's taken a hold of my mindset.

I wanna scream, and let the world know of my struggles, instead I feel as if everything's just one bad dream, and everything just adds up to all my troubles, I surround myself with the bad, just to try find the good, which makes me feel sad, I'm trying to earn my own livelihood, in this world, that doesn't look after you, so you're all alone, in the cold, feeling blue, wearing your blindfold, losing sight of your view, of this world, leaving yourself unfurled.