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I'm still me
My grass is a little bit taller
My garbage overflows
My coffee mug is empty
I'm still me

I'm still me
I still hurt from breakdowns in communication.
People just become names
On facebook
On the phone
On PSN
Even family don't talk to me anymore
I did nothing wrong, but,
Just be me.

Lonliness often pops round,
Social anxiety grows
Paranoia glooms at every corner
I watch my behaviour, my every move,
Every word, every breath.
Friends, where are my friends?

They show when they want favours,
As soon as I ask for help, nowhere to be seen.
I'm used to being an invisible man.
I get invited to nothing these days,
Often asking myself
'What did I do wrong?'

I'm close to nobody now.
I'm lonely.
So lonely.
I hate being lonely.