Isolated.
When your hands are cold in your dark room, are you afraid?
When your eyes became all watery, were you scared?
If my breathing's heavy, do you care?
And will I have a life to share?
Can I think that I'm alone?
Will you let me break my throne?
Would you let me cause a scene?
Or would you say that I'm unseen?
Is ignorance the norm?
In every shape and form?
Are my curtains dark enough?
Do I pretend like it's too rough?
More action or just words?
The mentality of birds?
Do I belong to flocks, or herds?
I know I don't, so it just hurts?..
I'm isolated, sigh.
I'm devastated, why?
The rumors, that I hear,
Have never caused my fear.