And so it came to be
This isolation that I am
I can only look to me
To find where it all began
This confusion, constant
Hunger for something more
I strive to find this being
That I envision, but seem to miss
Could it be that I am empty,
Or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
Or seeking impossible happiness?
This never ending something
That I am living deep inside
Depicts the illusion of myself
And all I have to hide
And so it came to be
This isolation that I am
I can only look to me
To find where it all began
This confusion, constant
Hunger for something more
I strive to find this being
That I envision, but seem to miss
Could it be that I am empty,
Or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
Or seeking impossible happiness?
This never ending something
That I am living deep inside
Depicts the illusion of myself
And all I have to hide