It's scary to be separated from the outside world
To feel rejected, and like out of circles you've been hurled
To be misunderstood and not be taken how you meant
And then to look back at all of the wasted time you've spent
How can I take a journey alone in this heartless place
That's ridden with the evil thoughts and words of human race
How can one not contemplate exiting without a trace
Return to dust so as not to be such a waste of space
A need to feel wanted and loved, a thought I can't deny
Despite the coldness I portray, it shows within my eyes
A hope that one out of the lot will see beyond the flesh
And not to judge one on the past so one can start afresh
Copyright © 2012 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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