I look around and I feel alone.
In the need of something I can call a home,
I look around and all my friends are dead, every flower that nourished is now gone and all the trees from green they’ve become orange, they perished.
Wish I knew how to take care of myself, this way it wouldn’t hurt so much being left;
Behind like an old soul, like a soldier without a sword.
When you’re used to having little, little seems the world for you.
But I was never meant to settle for less, until you taught me how to cope it all through.

And it is funny because I’m always thinking about how I love being alone.
With my own thoughts, surrounded by my perceptions only.
In the end of the day though I am still haunted by the curse of being human
And that what makes me crave attention, continuously chased by the fear of being rejection.