Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends
On you touching ground with us.
But, I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
It seems.
And I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
It seems.
And being alone
Is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
The best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
The best way to be.
When I'm by myself
Nobody else can say goodbye.
Everything is temporary anyway.
When the streets are wet --
The color slip into the sky.
But I don't know why that means you and I are
- that means you and....
I quit -- I give up.
Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.
But I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.
And being alone
Is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
The best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
The best way to be.
When I'm by myself
Nobody else can say...
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around.
With this [base "]allowing[per thou] of the darkness to run rampant, it can feel as if the earth has gone mad and that who knows what is now at the helm.
We can feel as if we can no longer breathe, as if there is absolutely nowhere left to go, as if all our coping and self-nurturing mechanisms have been depleted and exhausted, and as if we have been beaten down too low to get our heads up once again. With so many removals and nothing new to tap into, thereby forcing us to rely on our own personal energies, these times can serve to severely deplete us.