I walk this land all on my own,
The people I've met are never known,
Their faces are a false white,
Imitating purity's light.
In this world I have myself;
I have heartbreaks on my trophy shelf,
There is not much room left at all,
For the moments where I fall.
These moments are a dime a dozen,
Leaving all my muscles frozen,
I can't believe I didn't see
The lies that people can really be.
When all the world is full of shadows,
When my heart, all the lies, swallows-
When there is no one left to trust,
How can my heart, for friendship, lust?
In this world I have myself only,
And I being lonely.