I'm lonely but satisfied, gloomy but content.
You're the only one I have left
I need you, but you've got your own life—
and that's not wrong—but what am I to do?
My friends have left, or was I a friend to begin with?
Probably not.
Now I'm trying to get away,
to at least get some peace and solitude
for the open sore on my heart is bleeding
and I grieve at all the city lights.
I desperately want to find my place
I'm dying—where are you?
I guess you're happy and doing just fine
I want someone to share with,
but I don't think you'd understand
Many would be scarred, push me away and condemn.
Others, with a superficial smile will say,
"Oh it'll pass, cheer up!"
I can tell we don't connect,
but you don't even notice I'm hurting.
God give me your peace, heal my heart,
teach me to be a friend, lead me in your path.
Shall I just concede that I'll never find peace here,
that I'll be a restless heart forever?
For I am an alien from another land.