you’ll never understand my friend hold deaths hand again can’t you see it is the end?
Sitting in a dark room
my back against the wall
waiting on an answer
but they never call
Hiding in the corner
from something I don’t know
waiting for it to arrive
watching what nothing has to show
I am the man they call paranoid
the one the world tries to avoid
they see me coming, they turn away
I need to know why they are all afraid
am I not myself for others
or wear a mask do I
conceal myself from unknown love
who on long nights sit, and cry
at night I sit
alone in this dark room
Is there something better I should find
loneliness haunts me night and day
still, I seek and still I try.
