i want to be here.
it gets lonely when they get in my head
and bring the dread, the plague of insecurity,
that 'we're too good for thee'
gets my nerve to shake
in desperate need for a break
my minds racing to the moment of fault
cultivating circles of thought
so fast its starting to burn
yep, now i believe it's my turn
its time to resist,
and completely exist
compelled to the notion of being alone
because its the last place that feels like home.
