Say, can I keep this up, rushing to and fro,
to the furthest reaches of my own misery
keeps me company.
I’d rather go it alone.
I never did what was expected of me
cause I can’t see what everyone wants me to see.
And I’ve been walking this path through thick and thin with this pitch black darkness trapped within.
I can see my demons, they never stay.
And every time I reach out they turn away.
So we keep on playing this little game
of our narrow escapes.
Cause I can see their eyes and they’re watching me,
leading me away from reality.
Echoes of the whispers in the night
speak in tongues I can’t translate.
So if I ever wish that I could turn this pitch black
into an understanding of
what it means to be lonely, the one and only,
I’ll swallow this truth in gulps.
I hope I can keep this up, rushing to and fro,
in this never ending game.
Tell me truthfully can this misery
So tell me, can this misery fade away?