Jesus Christ, I'm all alone
Nothing but pain dwells
Swelling inside, a bubble of hate
Contempt for so called friends
So called lovers, abandoned
Sharing an empty room
With this bottle of botanicals
Sure to quiet this madness
Or soothe this nagging sadness
Or maybe just intensify it all
Oh well, who cares
Nobody

Well it seems to me that
Things aren't all that bad for you
Except for your fear of being alone
Fear of doing absolutely nothing
Something I once took solace in
That you've turned into torture
Supposedly a cure for myself
Robbed me of all normalcy
Crucified me for none to see
Hanging there
Alone