Sitting in a room,
With some of my friends.
This is th most alone,
I think Ive ever been.
I hate this feeling,
In my head.
All the time wishing,
That I was dead.
That things would be easier,
And I would be free.
Never concealing,
Just being me.
Always alone,
With the thoughts in my mind.
Always looking,
For something that I cant find.
Wishing that you will be here,
Never leave my side.
Hoping that you'll help me,
And wipe away all the tears Ive cried.
Seeing that you're gone and it was all a lie,
I don't think ill ever understand, so I will continue to pry.
Until the day you turn my way,
I will continue to pry.
