Even with you, I’m so ******* lonely
We don’t really talk much, you just want to hold me
I need so much more depth, much more connection
But it seems like you’re only interested in getting an *******
Is there anything left to experience or is this all we’ve got
Because I’m not having any fun, nothing’s being taught
Where is your wisdom, where is your love
Where are your feelings and what you’re thinking of
I just feel so far away but you insist this is right
We hardly ever talk from morning to night
We don’t really sit down and get to know each other
You never let me finish my story about having a half brother
What’s the point of this, is this even nice
I’m not heeding my soul, I’m just smoking my vice
Head in the sand and dirt in my ears
I’m not listening to my heart, I’m listening to my fears
A little ******, so the flow may be a little off, but I just needed to express these emotions in their rawest form.
