The world does not halt for me. It is unfeeling, it is cold. It does not recognize my loneliness as a matter of importance. It will continue to turn and turn and turn. It will not send me help in any way, in any form. I am alone in this, because the world does not care.
What am I gonna do tonight
When I’m one step closer to the other side
It’s easy to pretend
Trying hard not to fade away
But the world’s got me feeling so out of place
How will all this end?
It’s so hard to say
I have been exposed to my loneliness after a chance at love has been given and then snatched away. In the past, I steeled myself against the very existence of this loneliness, and have actually been successful. But all the barriers, the shields, the jadedness and cynicism I put up in the past year were destroyed, just like that, with a chance meeting and a false perspective that you were the one. Vulnerable, I am now facing the demons I thought I have already banished from my life.
Everyday, gotta face the fact that
I’m trying to reach the demons on my back
And I’m hoping to hold on
Don’t wanna make friends tonight
With the faces, with the faces
Not this time
When will all this end?
Just give me a sign
In just one flash, all the repressed yearnings resurfaced, all the pent-up fairy tale fantasies restored. I now once again long for that text message that would make me smile to myself and make other people wonder what in hell is wrong with me; I now once again long for that funny feeling in my stomach one feels when going on a first date; I now once again long for the comfort in having someone to hug, to kiss, to caress.
I now once again long for salvation. I now once again long for love.
Send me all your angels tonight
I’m barely hanging on the edge of lonely
Trying to turn this all around before I
Hit the ground and end up face down
Send me all your angels, now
It is fleeting. So get over it!
And please, you wouldn’t want angels for the night – I am telling you.
And why not angels, dear GB?
Angels bring eternal silence, which is not advisable for lonely boys especially at night. You need to rock some music and shake that booty! (What am I saying?!) Hahaha
Hahaha. Somehow, I like being called Lonely Boy. Hehe. :)
I hope it’s not because of GossipGirl. Haha, happy weekend!