Sitting Alone

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.