Living Alone

 
So it’s another day of living life alone
Another time when there’s silence from the phone
And he’s afraid to pick it up himself
Hasn’t spoken to a friend since he got home

He wishes he wasn’t here
Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t anywhere at all
It’s a sad way to go through life
Standing on the edge and waiting for the breeze
That will push him to the fall

Blue skies but the clouds are rolling in
Dark and bruised and filled with lightning sound and rain
A good time to go walk in the neighborhood
He’ll be alone and that’s the way he likes it

The way he liked it
Used to be so different
The way he liked it
Was filled with laughter sun and friends
And now he likes it when he’s standing all alone
For some reason he’s afraid of what he’s known

Too many drugs to cure his dismal bipolar mind
Made him see things from this sad and lonely side
And now it’s just too late to change he feels it in his bones
This new way is the way he’s grown to be and all he knows

A sad and lonely man
Wishes he wasn’t here
Or anywhere at all
Stands on the edge in the breezy day
And still fights to hold the edge though he’s all alone

And the fight will continue…