I stare at my own words and the stolen words caught in between
me feeling nothing for their meaning and them meaning nothing to me
but I write them down regardless you can see them on this screen
where all my detractors can find out what someday I hope to be.
I could ask a friend to touch me and maybe that would ease my mind
but in the morning I'd still wonder what they meant with that deep sigh
that let me know in time they'd leave me like a hometown left behind
I'm not afraid of feeling lonely but it's still why I don't try.