Is it strange that.....
When I’m amidst people,
I want to be A.L.O.N.E.
In my own form,
In my own mind,
Not acting,
Not Reacting,
Just being in my own.
Just being myself.
To be someone I dream of,
To go through those memories.
I got to be A.L.O.N.E.
.
And then,
When I’m truly A.L.O.N.E.
I want someone,
To remind me who I am.
To make me better.
To bring out my ownself.
To tell me it’s okay,
To be A.L.O.N.E,
To be Myself.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Is it strange that.....
When I’m amidst people,
I want to be A.L.O.N.E.
In my own form,
In my own mind,
Not acting,
Not Reacting,
Just being in my own.
Just being myself.
To be someone I dream of,
To go through those memories.
I got to be A.L.O.N.E.
.
And then,
When I’m truly A.L.O.N.E.
I want someone,
To remind me who I am.
To make me better.
To bring out my ownself.
To tell me it’s okay,
To be A.L.O.N.E,
To be Myself.
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