I m Used to Being Alone

A cycle of poems «Or Maybe You're an Angel»

In a crowded room, but I feel so small,
Twinkling lights above, but they don’t light it all.
I wear a smile like a well-fitted mask,
But in the depths of my heart, it’s a lonely task.

Whispering shadows, they dance at my feet,
I’ve learned to find comfort in silence so sweet.
These empty walls hold the stories untold,
But I’m used to being alone, brave and bold.

I’m used to being alone, in my own little home,
Where the echoes of my thoughts are the only voice I know.
I’ve built my own world in the quiet and calm,
Though the nights can get heavy, I find my way along.
Yeah, I’m used to being alone, still I carry on,
With memories and dreams, like a sweet haunting song.

Familiar faces fade; it’s like a passing train,
I wave goodbye but feel no sense of pain.
I paint the days in colors of my own,
With a brush made of heart, and a canvas of stone.

Whispering shadows, they dance at my feet,
I’ve learned to find comfort in silence so sweet.
These empty walls hold the stories untold,
But I’m used to being alone, brave and bold.

I’m used to being alone, in my own little home,
Where the echoes of my thoughts are the only voice I know.
I’ve built my own world in the quiet and calm,
Though the nights can get heavy, I find my way along.
Yeah, I’m used to being alone, still I carry on,
With memories and dreams, like a sweet haunting song.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find
Another heart that beats in rhythm with mine.
But the silence has taught me to stand on my own,
In this symphony of solitude, I’ve finally grown.

I’m used to being alone, in my own little home,
Where the echoes of my thoughts are the only voice I know.
I’ve built my own world in the quiet and calm,
Though the nights can get heavy, I find my way along.
Yeah, I’m used to being alone, still I carry on,
With memories and dreams, like a sweet haunting song.

(Outro)
So here’s to the nights when I’ll dance with the moon,
To the whispers of stars that will cradle my tune.
I’m used to being alone, but I’m not afraid,
In this world of my making, I’m right where I stayed.