There are often times when there is so much going on at one point in time, yet we feel so alone/
All we have to do is pick up the phone/
But no/
We hang up at the dial tone/
We hold back on all those words we meant to say/
And save it for a different day/
She hangs onto the feeling of despair/
He goes on with his life without a care/
These words, these poems, they don't meant shit/
And 90 percent of the rhythm doesn't even fit/
But in your head, you can't get out/
That feeling of lonlieness, and you just want to shout/
Your feelings into the world/
But it's kind of hard when your thoughts are all swirled/
Into a giant ball of matter/
But let's cut the bullshit and the chatter/
Because while you're sitting pretty with your perfect house and perfect life/
Someone else just picked up a knife/
And contemplated whether it was worth it/
To
Just
End
It
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But it's not you see/
Because yeah you can run and you can flee/
But it's NOT WORTH IT, to sit there with your beautiful mind/
And think it's all over because you're not kind/
To yourself darling, someone loves you/
And somewhere out of the blue/
They will find a way to make an impact/
And it will all be real and you won't have to act/
All these people pass you by/
And they want to see you soar and fly/
Because they love you/
You just didnt love yourself.
So as a result.
you felt.
lonely.
