Sitting alone in my room.
An all too familiar scene playing once again.
Sitting alone in my room,
Without another near me, not a love, not a friend.
The tears being held back by only a wall.
One I had to build up out of necessity.
Otherwise I’d drown from all of them that I’d bawl.
Leading me into emotional insanity.
For one day I dream of hearing some say
You’re telling me this guy has existed without a love or a friend?
That is hard to believe, there’s just no way.
Until that day comes though, if it ever does,
I’ll be sitting alone in my room
Thinking about every bond I wanted that never was.
Yeah, I’ll be sitting alone in my room
With a lump in my throat.
All alone in my room indeed.
With the only friends coming from my remote.
