When did we end up being the lonely ones? Constantly surrounded by hundreds of people, fleeing through our senses Yet leaving nothing but trivial impressions behind We find ourselves restlessly captured in the wilderness, desperately trying to suppress our affiliation need However, despite our persistent attempts of capturing a single gap of sky in this obscure madnessΒ Β I still sit here alone at night, shedding my lonely and trivial thoughts on a solitary piece of paper Al though, the world is just a simple click away