Solitude is life and death
No one gets to experience both
We only have one to be
And the choices are not up to me
Bad news comes and goes
Unlike our daily clothes
That we get to choose
And we are always looking for someone to accuse
Everything is blurry
And we could not help but worry
About the ones we had to bury
Father, I am so sorry
These memories are not mine
It does not feel like my design
Everything that I try to align
Just seems to decline
These sounds are not friendly
People think of it as an abnormality
The monsters I try to ditch
The ideas I try to stitch
The dangers I try to avoid
Keeps on pulling me into the void
I tried, I tried
I can not outrun them
The same rules I try to abide
Are the ones I condemn
I am looking for change
A way to arrange
This world, I feel strange
I am still looking for that change