She was alone, but she preferred it that way.
Because when she was alone- she could see herself.
She could be herself.
She could feel.
She could breath.
The crushing feelings of pain and anxiety disappeared.
She was alone, but she was not lonely.
she was alone, and she preferred it that way.

She can be spotted half a mile away
Black clothes stand out on a sunny day
Smiles form and bad thoughts fade
Each breath she takes
Takes my breath away
I am lost for words
There is not much to say
Yet I still wish I could relive this day

Maybe I am too awkward to be a lover
It would be so easy to find another
I can only express myself in ink
But I hope this still gives you a chance to think about it

Cannot catch my breath
Trying to come up for air
I drowned in your eyes

there's an invisible rope around my throat,
a cord of coarse thread,
and if it were to ever leave me
i think i'd lose my head.