Lonely
Written by Nick Maddix @ 3:57 p.m. on 3-4-2005
I’m on my own in this world again
No use for reality, I’ll just play pretend
When darkness falls, I feel so small
I’m lonely here; I’ll endue it all
People can never understand your real self
So how can you understand the way they do?
Guided by the traits of your childhood
Molded into the figure that is you
Sanctimonious in your beliefs
You wish that everyone would follow your cause
But people have their own beliefs too, so such as
They would attribute their own pious of laws
Sure you may find someone who has similarities to you
You may even partake in comparable traits
But when you suffer an indescribable gust of anguish
That is when you truly experience solitary’s wake
I’m on my own in this world again
No use for reality, I’ll just play pretend
When darkness falls, I feel so small
I’m lonely here; I’ll endue it all
People are constant in their own principles
Merciless to what you may believe is best for them
Act now and resolve later, a risk-taker ineradicably
Cutting down the opinions of others in favor of their own end
Values can never truly coexist, not now, nor ever
Yet people are persistent to try and try once more
The end result is nearly always the same
And in the end, you are left alone
People are set in their ways for life
It would take a great deal for them to change
Your own self-mind is no different
Clashing
barriers with no hope to evade
Each and every word decides the course of the future
When you have said your fill, only then can you feel intellectual
Of having at least cared about them in the first place
Yet sometimes, even that is ineffectual
As they too will interpret into their own ways
Which even sometimes you cannot figure out even if you tried
Forever it will stay in them and you
Forever it will try and hide
I’m on my own in this world again
No use for reality, I’ll just play pretend
When darkness falls, I feel so small
I’m lonely here; I’ll endue it all
I’ll forever be lonely here; but I’ll endue it all
I’ll endue it all…