Lonely Night

from Joey - Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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All my writing sounds the same

My turns over, can't play the game.

Deflated, down and worn out

No energy left, even to shout.

No one here to bounce things off

Doing it solo seems like alot.

With only me to focus on

Can't blame mistakes on anyone.

My pen and paper become my girl

Inside my writings I can curl

Seeking comfort and solice

I can always seem to create this

Make believe world in which I'm ok

And everyone around me feels the same

But when I step outside and speak to people

My bubble bursts, reality ripples

Feels like I only drag people down

Not very exciting, why'd they stick around?

My virtue of commitment I'm holding back

Now there's no tricks left in my sack

I'll just climb back down into my hole

Surrounded in paper shaped like a bowl

So I can write in circles as the world spins round

Bouncing inside my skull so many sounds

The loudest of all seems to be

Nothing at all, I'm here, just me

Goodnight I say to myself each night

A reply came back, gave me a fright!

Am I going to start having conversations alone

Rather than spending all night on the phone?

Settle myself down, it's not that bad

Just seems like that when you get sad

When the new day dawns, raising your head

You forget all the sad things you said

Pleasant memories come streaming back

And once again you're on the right track.