Sitting on a bench, under a willow tree, as green as u used to be. I see children playing in front of me but I am alone just like a flower around a bee.
Should I wait?
Should I seek hope?
Or should I talk to people?
Ohh what a poot introvert can do, alone in this world full of happiness.
Words are empty, Reasons are small world is full of heart and my heart is heavy. Am I at a fault? Am I being restricted by myself? Oh, I'm alone in alone.
A great deal of sadness I carry inside me, with few people I see who see me. Steps must be taken, hearts must be joined but I'm alone I'm alone.
I look at a couple, enjoying their coffee her cheeks pink in this cold snow, he dabbing her face with a white napkin, as white as my life and as soft as their hearts. This is the sweetness, this is the joy, this is what I wanted but oh I'm alone I'm alone.
Is it just me and the flowers?
Looking at people forgetting our own world... Or is it just me and the bees always seeking others' sweetness.
What can I say?
What can I do?
If I tell you, what would you do?
Oh, I'm alone alone...
The time will pass, the seasons will change, leaves will fall new flowers will bloom and so will I be someone around..
For now, I'm alone alone.....
Thank you for sparing some time with this, until the next one!
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