I'm getting used to being alone
Or at least learning how to cope
I feel so unclean
I need a bar of soap
To wash away the feeling of rejection and regret
We're all actors here
And this is our set
We wear these masks
that help us smile.
So we can forget about things
And be happy for awhile
But when the play reaches an end
We're left wanting more
Left without friends
Left in this world scared and alone
With no one to understand you
No place that feels like home
Suffering and being used
Like a hammer, or some other tool.
There's many others who share my fate.
The fate of the fool.
