"And there is no cure for solitude?" There are worse things than solitude. "Like what?" Company, for one. "The cure?" No, the affliction. "Quite sure?" Quite sure.
breathe i cant breathe i know breathe the walls are closing in breathe i am trapped breathe in a cage i built myself breathe air cannot break these chains breathe there is not enough oxygen in all the atmosphere to fill my hollow lungs breathe i cant, i am screaming far too loud you are silent* not if you listen breathe i cannot see myself anymore breathe thats not such a bad thing afterall *breathe
I’m too afraid to turn around I’m too afraid to see what isn’t there My footprints, my words, my acts Washed away by the tides Of all who were in some way Better than I
It comes from feeling incomplete Loneliness It’s a poison Eventually it gets to be too much And the cure It isn’t just someone It’s the one The hand in the dark The one that smiles when you walk into a room The whisper that asks if you’re ok Absent these things The loneliness thrives Until the soul says enough
Some people are just one word Others a few more Even a few that are many For you There are no words Because you’re an experience Just as one can’t explain What it’s like to lie in the sun To someone who’s never seen the sun I can’t tell the world Why I love you