Can someone tell me how I lift from this low?
Happiness lies in places that I’ll never know
Living for something as an image of someone
Can you tell me why I’m turning to you?
And though I know
I’m not alone at being alone
And now I’ve figured it out
In finding you I lost myself
From selfless to helpless
Can I make the most of anything?
Bathrooms, headphones and sharp utilities
Church bells ringing on secular streets
Rushing traffic with rushing heartbeats
The altar alters all the widows and orphans
The preacher preaches for the safety of others
Right now, I stand alone
Amongst the others
But I’m not alone and being alone
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