In Solitude

walking through the streets
I've passed a thousand faces
step inside you and
I see there's nothing left to give
living through each day
I've left so many traces
walk beside me and
you'll see there's nothing left to give
who would believe that you would go so far?
so far from what's real and what matters?

there's been so many times
I've wished that I could change this
but I can't give you
what you think is lost and meaningless
the emptiness, the vastness
it seeps into the places
leaving you with scars and waiting for an end to this

every day more moments pass you by
nothing cherished, nothing gained
nothing makes a difference

standing there in solitude
do you see me here?
do you ever wonder why?
standing there in solitude
has left you here
do you ever wonder why?

nothing seems to matter
nothing seems to touch you
for you are lost inside
your own ungiving selfishness
the voices and the whispers
they seem to always find you
leaving you alone and scarred, denying all of this