I'm friends with misery
I'm happy when I cry
Throughout my lonely life
My sadness has been my high
I haven't found a person
Who's not jealous selfish or cruel
Pining with unrequited hope
I step on the feelings when they fly
Makeup doesn't last long
It dries, gets wet, can be peeled
You can't go on forever caked in color
Truth is often easily revealed
The hollowness pervades thinking
People collect hollow thoughts
And they rule with shrill voices
Cook emotions in cooking pots
Then there are imaginary fiends
The many division stories we tell
Only an alien invasion of the earth
Will ring an united bell
But I'm better off alone
There are less wounds to heal
What I've experienced already
Still a fresh blood congealed seal
I'm just several severed parts
A heavily bruised soul
Every remembering brings with it
A heavy emotional toll
It's better this way
At least I'll live a few days more
If it were up to my friends and kin
I'd be dead long ago
