You can’t measure the depth of my lonliness
Nor can you verify my sickness
I feel like a stone laying on the ground, separated from the bunch.
Like some Ideal brain hooked on a hunch
laying on the bed and staring those quite walls.
Thinking about time and changes making those tears fall
But i fear to close my eyes and try to sleep
Being afraid of those memories, which will take me deep..
Same old routine every night I follow.
So much of salt, I tend to swallow.
There is only loneliness for me to borrow
Expecting every night for a new tomorrow.