It is I guess, the written word
Which hurts so much… what have you heard?
What do you feel? What do you think?
And does it drive you more to drink?
Perhaps you’re actually not alone,
While surfing lonely on your phone.
Perhaps you are a bit like me
But I’m alone and I can’t see…
I’m closed, within an endless space
And cursed to watch the endless race.
But I will be alone with you,
Don’t be afraid to be there too.