Lost, Rejected and Alone
Lost, rejected and alone
Just me, myself and my thoughts
Conflicting in my minds zone
There are no knocks at my door
There are no rings from my phone
Everybody seems to have moved forwards
And I feel I have moved backwards
If I could cry there would be floods
I'm left with my last grain of strength
So please don't worry
There will be no overdose, no cuts and no blood
I will not leave a rotting death stench
As I live in hope that I will start rising
Above the darkest clouds
That I keep creating and visualising
Will I stay lost?
Will I still feel rejected?
Will I forever sit alone?
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