Don't worry, I'm used to it
I'm used to feeling like this
I'm used to be like this
Feeling lonely in my darkroom
Everything seems gloom
Thinking about what I did and about what I didn't
I'm used to languishing
I forgot the feeling of being flourishing
Seeing people laughing, playing, progressing, living, man, hits different
I spend the nights sitting on the roof
Alone on the roof 'cause sitting there makes me feel so different
I'm used to seeing this and dropping lots of tears
Only people like me would understand what that means
Seeing that view makes blue
When I'm down in the dumps
When I'm sorrowful
Oh, when I'm inside the storm
And feeling regretful
I bow down and ask God to help me
I no longer want to be mournful
Lonely yeah lonely even when I'm in company
Nothing pleases me anymore
Oh, nothing satisfies me, no not anymore
I no longer trust
I prefer to be alone from dawn to dusk than live with people wearing lots of masks
Oh, I want it back
Need what's mine back
Please, bring me back to my real life
Oh, bring me back to where I belong
Wait, where do I belong?
This isn't my world
I'm just a part of it
I'm lost in the woods
Can anybody hear me?
I'm lost in my thoughts
Yeah, in my own thoughts
Can someone please answer me?
Where's the outlet?
I'm sitting alone in this empty mountain
I miss seeing my neighborhood fountain
I forgot how to swim
I forgot how to dream
Hope you get what I mean
-A
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