No one

I think I'm leaving soon
No one to talk to
Drinking down this pain
Keeping myself in sane
I'll touch the flame
I'm ok, lying to my brain.
Going downstream
I'm living the dream
Since I was nineteen
Every day's the same routine
I don't need a theme,
I'm living in sorrow
What will be of tomorrow
On time that I borrow
Everything I feel is hollow.
I think I'm leaving soon
No one to talk to
Will I see my own tomb
Will I feel my own doom.