There isn't a person, I can call. Scrolling down my contacts, This lonely pain worsen. There is something, Wrong with me. When they look at me, What do they see. If I could only know why, What makes people leave me with no goodbye.
Lonely is my reality, That Im living. I don't go on social media, Because I suddenly get, A bad case of schizophrenia. Its the perfect pill to make me, Hate myself. So I deleted it, To sober myself.
If it wasnt for music, Ill probably die, Liquor is my favorite high. To mask my lonely, I let the cognac numb me. After three glasses, Im feeling happy. Hidden from my lonely.