I sit quietly with nothing to say;
Let them lay, don’t stir them up.

No matter how restless I am;
Be still this current of despair.

Deep down inside it runs free;
I keep it locked up so no one will see.

A torrent of emotion, the deeper I go.

Feeling alone, all by myself;
A fantasy when I want reality.

Never there when I am in need;
But I still give with no hesitation.

My reserves are dwindling away;
The emptiness is growing with each passing day.

Longing eats me up inside, the deeper I go.

Withdrawing from the world into myself;
There I know exactly what to expect.

No waiting for disappointment to arrive;
I am managing my loneliness by the hour.

Hoping gets me nowhere fast;
Always wishing for something that will last.

Love and pain becomes the same, the deeper I go.