Loud music plays, punchy and proud
And I sit, nervous and cowed
Left in a world that doesn’t need me.
One wants to be seen, to be adored
Rather be hated than to be ignored
This is how I live when I’m losing.
Say, what is my true goal, if I have one?
For loves and priorities die with the sun
Sin and solace descend with the darkness.
The music plays, fervent and free
And I sit, and contemplate me, for
Thought is a world that will always take me.