“Meant To Be Alone”
Dragging my feet all over this wasteland and lonely city.
Searching for the one who could end all of my misery.
Knocking on every door, hoping that someone would let me in.
Begging for affection is one of my coldest everyday routine.
Sleeping under a bridge where people and cars passes by everyday.
Hearing their stories of their perfect love much more than I can say.
I envy them because they’ve found what they’ve been looking for.
Unlike me whose been neglected, rejected someone to ignore.
Swimming around this lake of fire roasting my imperfect body.
My life is a disaster another one of those pathetic parody.
The roughness of my skin covers my fragile soul.
My sanity evaporates over this burning hot coal.
I’m afraid that I’m one of those people who are meant to be alone.
Standing on the top of a mountain with a shape of a perfect cone.
Am I waiting for no one, nothing but the day I will die.
Too sad, When that day finally come, no one will ever cry.
Somebody please talk to god and change his plans for me.
This is unfair I really think that I deserve to be happy.
I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my remaining years.
I’m tired of counting every ounce of my warm and pure tears.
Dragging my feet all over this wasteland and lonely city.
Searching for the one who could end all of my misery.
Knocking on every door, hoping that someone would let me in.
Begging for affection is one of my coldest everyday routine.
Sleeping under a bridge where people and cars passes by everyday.
Hearing their stories of their perfect love much more than I can say.
I envy them because they’ve found what they’ve been looking for.
Unlike me whose been neglected, rejected someone to ignore.
Swimming around this lake of fire roasting my imperfect body.
My life is a disaster another one of those pathetic parody.
The roughness of my skin covers my fragile soul.
My sanity evaporates over this burning hot coal.
I’m afraid that I’m one of those people who are meant to be alone.
Standing on the top of a mountain with a shape of a perfect cone.
Am I waiting for no one, nothing but the day I will die.
Too sad, When that day finally come, no one will ever cry.
Somebody please talk to god and change his plans for me.
This is unfair I really think that I deserve to be happy.
I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my remaining years.
I’m tired of counting every ounce of my warm and pure tears.