It\u2019s awful quiet here, alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
where I\u2019ve been left behind again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crisis brings the chaos<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and everyone else swoops in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Someone always seems to save me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
from falling in completely<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But they always disappear <\/p>\n\n\n\n
back to their own worlds<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Others can walk away from this<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but I can\u2019t leave myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the isolation calls<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so cold, so dark, so empty<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so free from the pain of falling<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All these last-minute liftups<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know I should be happy for<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but sometimes I have to wonder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if it wouldn\u2019t be easier<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to handle all this silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if I never heard the noise<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of others coming to the rescue<\/p>\n\n\n\n
then riding off again<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"