Alone... Alone...
I ain't got nobody
Alone... Alone...
I ain't got nobody
I'm stoned... Stoned
I just want to feel somebody
Home... Where's home
When you ain't got nobody
The anxiety, depression creeping up behind me like a shadow
So where can I run? Where shall I go? My heart hollow and my words to shallow, pride already swallowed, and all I can do is wallow, in denial
And drink half of this bottle
With herbs already in my lungs
And thoughts of already being hung like a black man in 50's
But any attempt would be risky
Especially after some whisky
Well why is the devil wispering, tampering in my ear
telling me all the dark thoughts I would like to here
Where is my saint? My angel?
Where is my soulmate? Or my halo?
Impatient as fuck. My mind just needs to give up
Needs to leave me alone it's driving me nuts
Hearing too many voices, feel the flames burning my skin
But this is how it is being in my skin
Lost...
No button to pause...
Overeaction is just my reaction
Cause I feel no satisfaction
...
I am the new Michael Jackson
A fraction or any amount of subtraction from my imagination
Might heal this situation
Death
Alone... Alone...
I ain't got nobody
Alone... Alone...
I ain't got nobody
I'm Stoned... Stoned
I just want to feel somebody
Where's home... Home
When you ain't got nobody
I'm gone
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