I see people around me,
People who in love.
But it's all not about me:
I will be lonely forever.
There are many people here,
But I feel like an outsider.
There is a crowd around,
But actually no one.
Nobody understands me,
Lose all hopes on closeness.
I'm not like everyone else,
I'm cursed with loneliness.
I'm not sure at all,
That I'll ever find my love.
I’m too “different”,
For modern society.
All society is hated by me.
How did this happen?
But now I feel so lonely,
It’s just a temporary seizure.
I really can't understand,
What I feel myself.
I doubt I need anyone,
I’m not needed by anyone either.
I see so many people in love,
Feeling melancholy in downtown.
“No, I’m this above” -
This is how I calm myself down.
Maybe it’s just my fears,
They're fucking annoying me.
It’s kind of Stockholm syndrome:
I took to heart my anxiety.
Curse
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