Wrong Answer

Constantly searching

Once again alone

Can’t seem to find myself

Secluded I bemoan to find the one that I assumed…

…Would be the answer

Is not you

Are just like the rest

Besmirched Desperate

You grasp but now I pull away

What I thought was the answer

My question now

Where do I find what to fill my void

Was grasping onto you

Turned your back

Besmirched desperate

Pulling back – pushing away

With this nonsense – I have lived too long

Infamiliar reflection of who I’ve become

Numb to the pain high on my lies

Shit on my time demoralized

Besmirched and fucking desperate