Look To The Sky (Alone)

Here I am, writing again,

just wishing things could go back to the way they've always been.

It's times like this when I feel like my one true friend,

is a piece of paper and a pen.

Because whenever I get close to someone,

I find out that they were putting up a front.

That they're just like everyone else,

full of lies, excuses, and unable to confront themselves.

So I find myself asking, "Why?",

as I sit and look to the sky. Why do I try?

When all I get is lies...