Maybe I'm Lonely
Maybe I'm lonely because that's how it's meant to be
Enjoying a good book under the shade of a maple tree
Thinking. Because that all the lonely want to do
Looking up over crisp summer fields as the wind blows away all we knew
And it's true.
All I can seem to do is think about how alone I really am
Putting my thoughts into words, and damn.
All that comes out is a poem that should probably be rapped
Working in this liquor store has my mind taken a few leaps back
To this simple music
Depends on who views it.
Poetry has kept me lonely in the corners of my mind
It's that taste for the romance of a different time
So I rap this poetry as it flows off the top of my lonely spine
I'm alone, all it takes is a push for the entire wall to come down
Stone by stone.
Support is always there if you are truly alone
Because you don't want it.
Even if it's all you have you don't want to flaunt it. Because you're tired
Wired, with visions of a stagnant future of cold and answered expectations
Sitting on the floor in front of your isolation
By now it's apart of your reputation.
There's no consultation prize for where we are
Lonely people should have their own planet amongst the stars
Because we know what it's like to sit in a room of the darkness of yourself
Putting all your hope on the top self
That you attached onto the maple tree
So we don't have to move from the uplifting scenery
Because it's lonely. And we just want to stay where we are
Peaceful, that's where we are.
There is literally no other place the lonely want to be
Because believe me.
If all you have is peace being stuck in the desert doesn't seem so bad
Except it's a field, and everybody already knows you're sad.