i think i'm too independent
i've grown accustomed to loneliness
and it's become my crutch
the splint on my broken life
i wonder if i'll ever see the light again?
i ask as i bask in its glow through a glass pane
a two way mirror, i see you but you can't see me
i suppose that's how things have always been
so why complain?
instead sleep the day away in solitude
instead wither like the tree outside
rotting away until they come to cut it down
it won't be long, i know, before they chop me down
lest i poison the air with my foul philosophy
and kill off the wildlife still daring to cling so close
spare them, spare them all
spare them the pain of pitying a fool
spare them the scent of rotting potential
before i begin to truly decay