Why is it, that i feel so alone
In this place i used to call my home.
With these people i used to call my friends,
Why did it all have to end?
Was i pulling away?
Or did i run out of interesting things to say?

Why did they feel the sudden urge, or need,
To lock the door on me?
Knowing full well the locks on the other side, and i dont have the key.
Why did they have to leave?
What is it that i couldnt give?
How much of it was a fib...

And it hurts to be left alone
In this dusty old home.
Void of any other life
The pain cuts like a dull knife.

I want to reach out
But my insides twist with doubt.
So i sit on a lonesome chair,
And into the oblivion I stare.
My mind is buzzing
And this empty abode begins humming