in a room full of people i still feel all alone
i keep repeating in my head "i just want to go home"
but the truth is that i just want to rewind
to a time when i was happy
to a time when in a room full of people i felt loved
to a time when love and friendship made sense
now it just seems that it is all something we use to get us through
forever lasting friends do not exist, its a myth
we use friendships as ears to talk to,
but soon someone says goodbye and someone ends up crying
i've never said goodbye, and i am still here crying
i'm a mask and i'm trying
to make it real
but i cant and i feel like my head is torn
between what i want and what i am
i am a ghost of who i was before