I guess it's better when I am alone
My misfortune being my muse
My emptiness being a well deserved candidate
For the subject of my blues

I guess that's what gets me out of my writers block
When my heart falls, tumbles, burns, and splits apart
It's demented inspiration blossoms
It's what hatred calls art

I guess it's better when I am alone
My mind gets going when my heart has gone missing
Though I wish it were a loved one
It's depression I will be kissing