Always Alone

I always feel alone
Left to sort shit on my own
Realizing why everyone's getting stoned
Hearing myself as I sleep and moan
Groan, cause of your consistently negative tone
Strip me of my flesh, break all my bones
Don't even know all the contacts on my phone
All I ever wanted was a place to call home
A fortress with strong gates, my own type of Rome
The dome of my truest thoughts and wishes
Where my dreams can align with my superstitions
But, who do I think I am fooling with these rhymes?
Yet maybe one day, I'll find someone who understands these lines

I feel vacancy
But they drink Hennesy
I feel everything
But they see anything
I am misunderstood
But they are always good

My own shadow lies to me
Looks like a partner in crime but it never says hi to me
But it tries to be the only thing left inside of me
I'm a lover not a fighter but there's a fire burning
An inferno blazing as it's churning
Murdering the remnant of my heart
Rips me from side to side and from part to part
Every girl I've ever loved don't love me back
Forgetting my existence, how fair is that?
I'm trapped, in these raps, my life's out of wack
As if something evil's put my soul under attack
Could you imagine that?
My truest thoughts are trapped in a traveling pack
As if they were presents wrapped for Christmas stacks
Even then, the viewer opens and is left confused
Only to be kept in the dust, unused
Tossed around, battered, and bruised
Quick, go to church, but, these pews
Only broadcast opposing views
As I lay awake, stuck in a muse
Boozed out beyond normality
Not through alcohol but through my insanity
While vanity consumes this earth
The curse from my birth
Is the weight of these worries
They make my mind blurry
Doesn't help my case with the jury

I feel vacancy
But they drink Hennesy
I feel everything
But they see anything
I am misunderstood
But they are always good

The world has much apathy
Yet somehow it's evading me
Could the world spare me some?
As I never seem to find the sun
Just when everything's back in place
Despair lands me back flat on my face
I have no trace of how I lost this race
Like all of my caring has gone to waste
I wish I could find a way to erase
The longing to touch base
That I could lose my haste
Stop worrying about what I can't control
As I sit here spewing vomit in a bowl
This life of uncertainty has taken its toll
And the analytical nights begin to take hold
My soul's growing weary and I'm starting to see mold
My boldness withers and what I wished for has come true
Wondering if the raven black streaks help the blue
Feeling like a fool as I drool in my wallowing
As my soul begins to wane and I continue hollowing
Before long, what makes me human will surely pass 
And that fake sense of happiness will come at last.

I feel vacancy
But they drink Hennesy
I feel everything
But they see anything
I am misunderstood
But they are always good