Solitude

They want to hate and they jump at the chance
To exile the innocent without remorse
Pointing the finger
So that they don’t have to look at themselves in the mirror
They want to hate because it brings them together
And because it leaves them feeling secure
Some of those who i thought to be friends
I now know never really knew who I was
I return to solitude
And once again I contemplate
What my purpose is
Who is it for?
Or is it only for myself?
Will I ever be
Free of the need
To achieve contentment?
Will I ever find
Another state, a peace of mind?
I return to solitude
Where once again I contemplate
What my purpose is inside this burdensome reality
I return to solitude
Where once again I contemplate
What is my purpose?
They point the finger
So they don’t have to look at themselves
Banding together deep inside their own hatred
They point the finger
So they don’t have to look at themselves
Banding together deep inside their own hatred
Banding together deep inside their own hatred
Banding together deep inside their own hatred