There is no place like home,
Because there is no home.
Nothing is more substantial,
Than to feel alone,
And I am alone...
What is this ringing in my ear?
What is it that no one else can hear?
This is me, left to my own integrity,
And no one else can see.
No one else an feel,
What it is to be real.
Nobody can sense,
The pure sweetness of the present tense.
But why is it that I always suffer,
For the ignorance?
No longer can I aim to please
Any other soul.
How can I?
When myself, I am never whole?
No matter what I do for many,
Its just never good enough for any...
You look at me, and I'm down below.
I draw my line now, at hello...
This is what society has made me.
I'm all used up now, and out of sympathy...
The selfishness,
The greed,
The power of oversight...
I'm finally glad to have lost the fight,
And not that you care,
But I'll be alright...
Yeah,
I'll be alright...
