ice-homunculus

There are people all around Yet, that feeling of lonliness lingers I've no hard feelings with them Though, I don't long to know them I dream of a better life And do not strive in my own I hide behind my clothes and hair With my head held low I won't reveal my eyes My eyes tell the truth They admit my jealousy They cry for attention They long to be viewed My eyes tell my life story An hour and a half depressing drama A tragedy in the sense All the characters aren't dead But are all empty I dream of a better life But do not strive in my own