World is Taunting the Odd

I try to keep my head up, but things keep pulling me down

The cycle twisting around, let me out

My closest people moved on, relationships and their jobs

No use to keeping in touch, it's too much

Soaked in worry

What's trust

World is Taunting the Odd

Too self conscious for love

In the dark crumple up

Feel my head spin

I'm drunk off the thought of the love

When I dream it's enough

I don't need to get out