Sitting, as usual, all alone.
Around this bar I call my home.
Figure the end is near
As near and dear
As all my fear…
Put on the cloak an cinched my dagger
Walked along with stone cold heart.
And I would kill to be less lonely. I would kill to be less lonely
Feeling like the one and only
Who feels the way I do. Slippery slopes no longer cope
When all the things that should make me heal
Keep me away from the things that make me feel. I put my arms right out
Only to be cut off.
Starts at the digits.
Rise to the wrist.
No way to twist.
Up to the elbow.
My life is solo. Sitting, as usual, all alone.
Around this bar I call my home.
Figure the end is near
As near and dear
As all my fear… I’ve risen from the ashes one last time.
Put on the cloak an cinched my dagger
Walked along with stone cold heart.
And I would kill to be less lonely. I would kill to be less lonely
Feeling like the one and only
Who feels the way I do. I’ve risen from the ashes one…last…time.