They say, they are with us
they say, they care
but in the middle of night
as you wake up
you are all alone  
                          
                   Everyone have their own dilemma
                   Everyone have things they care
                   Everyone have their priorities
                  you might not always be chosen over other
                   in fact they might not even bother
                  Through the lonely days and lonely nights
                  you are all alone


to million of dreams
to trillion of journey
you have to walk all by yourself
through the hurdles and struggles
you are all alone

                            At the end of the day
                           we are a individual, a soul
                           No matter how much we deny
                           Life is a journey
                         And we are travelling all alone.

I force myself to get up
off the floor
and check on Sister
to see if I woke her up
and need to sing her back to sleep.

Every person that leaves me,
leaves me their stories.
I polish them and post them for the world to see.
Denial lies in my hands,
dusting it off,
I make it mine.
A poet's job is to make sure
not a single memory gets left behind.

You are made up of wet lips and dry eyes,
timeless stories made up of white lies.
I've tried so hard to figure you out,
but nothing but smoky air lies beneath the fingertips that pry.

I am all cracked lips and blurry eyes,
at least that part I can hide.
You can always find a way to make me smile.
It's like a human body is only your disguise.