Lonely One
I'm tired of being the lonely one.
I'm tired of having my life on the run.
I feel locked up in a world of black,
with my eyes forcing me to look back.
I'm tired of not being able to be held in anyone's arms,
letting me know that I'm safe and warm.
I'm tired of knowing there's nobody there,
nobody there to comfort my stare.
I'm tired of feeling worthless and weak.
I'm tired of not being able to say the words I want to speak.
I'm tired of the world and it's surroundings.
I'm tired of the pieces of my heart that I have to keep counting.
I'm tired of the tears that are running from my face.
I'm tired of the heartache that lies within this place.
I'm tired of not being as pretty as them.
I'm tired of not being a beautiful gem.
I'm tired of not being noticed for what's inside.
I'm tired of having to hide.
I'm tired of this life, I want it to be done.
I'm tired of being the lonely one.
July 4th, 2000
