LostAlone
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Shapes of people all brushing my shoulder
Why would they even want to come over?
Talking at me but it makes me more lonely
They could be pretty but I’m emotionally sober
I know that you’re out there
Having the time of your life
I don’t have time for life
Same cold reasons push me over and over
Another step further and another step closer
They all indulge me with attention that I don’t want
Deep in the heart of leaning on no one
I know that you’re out there
Having the time of your life
I don’t have time for life
I think you could help me
You could engineer my survival
We could make time for life