The silence makes it hard to hear me
It's not so easy to be alone,
Even with my head so full of voices
There isn't anybody home.
Sitting, waiting to be rescued
Though I'm not in any danger,
I'm here all by myself
But myself's become a stranger.
How am I supposed to make me right
When I'm just so tired of trying,
Going through the daily motions
Yet deep inside I'm dying.
It's hard to make it through the day
While letting every person down,
I try to make it to the surface
Just as I begin to drown.
I suppose I'll give it one more shot
To accomplish my self perfection,
But is it possible to fear myself
Such a thing as self rejection?
Perhaps this is where they'd find me
A stranger to my ownself,
Living, watching days go by
Like a doll stuck on a shelf.
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