No greeting and you’re shouting the roof down
Same debacle that I saw last week
September, October, November rain
Either way, I get no time on my own
Could’ve sworn that we had this conversation yesterday
Throwing insults like stones, and your aim is true
Let me be. To be alone is my chosen alignment
Can’t you see? This is a voluntary confinement
Set me free
Empty rooms, white walls, nobody but me
At this rate, I’ll never get that wish
Didn’t occur to you that I might just like some fucking peace and quiet
Let me be. To be alone is my chosen alignment
Can’t you see? This is a voluntary confinement
Set me free
Total anguish, constant pain, you leave a taste of disdain
Thorough loathing, unrivaled hate, emphysematous race
I’ll pray tonight, and every night just to find some release
Don’t need “somebody”, and I don’t need you to set me free
Help me, before I help myself