In a room, loud with noises,
held without a break in their voices.
Thousands of people,
but it's so lonely here.
Some of them I'd call friends,
reeking of the smell of beer,
they follow such childish trends.
Still, when the night ends,
so will the buzz,
and we'll all go home,
alone.

In a sea of outspoken tongues,
their outgoing breath fills my lungs.
I'm drowning.
But nobody saves me.
Maybe it's better off that way?
feeling so dark within the sea
in the brightest light of April.
The dark slowly turns to day,
the stars will fall,
and we'll all go home
alone.