No matter if I'm surrounded by people
Who love me, or completely hate me
It wont change that I feel just as alone inside
Because nobody knows who I am behind the person that pretend to be.
Nothing hurts more than having to go through life
Being a stranger to one's I used to know so well
I'm always alone, I'm alone when I wake up. I'm alone when I go to sleep.
I'm alone because all I do is hide.
I barely feel like a person anymore
It's like everything I'm doing is an attempt to push down the truth
It's like no matter how much I try to forget myself
I never do.
"I've be lost for as long as I can remember" I told myself.
Maybe because I have everything I need but nothing at the same time
Despite the emptiness, despite the hurt.
It's become a part of me.
Something I've grown to hate.
One more thing to add to the list
Of why I'm so fake.
I still return to everything I do
A good distraction if you will.
But you should know I'm human too.
One with a heart one with a soul
So why must I feel so alone?
