"The Wrong Type of Lonely"

I fell upon the wrong type of lonely
And everything I do makes me lonelier
I run to the approval of others
To get away from my own disfavor
I attach myself to people who don't care
About me or the world around them
How can a soul be so unlucky?
Why am I so alone?
The days pass without reaction
The wind blows unmoved
I asked God to change my season
Yet still it remains
The earth gave birth to me
But it doesn't want to nourish me
It doesn't want to claim me
It pretends as if I am not alive
The absence of true stability is a very clingy thought
And leaves me to conclude
That happiness and I equal true loneliness.

"I Am Who I Am"

I am who I am
I love who that is
I sing
I dance
I try my best to live

I am who I am
I can't change for a fool
I work
I sweat
I breathe the same air you do

I am who I am
I try my hardest to be
I laugh
I cry
I even hide myself from me

I am who I am
I can't change that fact
I work
I sweat
I hurt trough all of that

"Love?"

Can people love from a distance?
Does love reach across the seas?
Will a faithful heart remain
While it is weakened
By the absence of its other half
And temptation runs wild?

Is love the ultimate connection?
Is that connection ever interrupted?
Can someone honestly say
That he or she feels the same
As they did yesterday
Or twenty years ago?

Is love so appealing
To put up with abuse, to put up with betrayal?
Is it worth all the pain and constant self-doubt?
Will it still feel the same
When your lives on
And you're in a box that is forever your home?