Loneliness often is

Loneliness often is the only place I can fit
Between the lines I often sit
Loneliness often is so comfortable
An old friend that I know so well

If life was truly black and white
Maybe the confusion in me would not stay
But colour complicates all these things
Destroys a work of art that lies in simplicity

True beauty that could never get a chance to exist

Loneliness often is
The only thing that people can understand
A currency that has no base
Yet is freely exchanged between desperate hands

If life was truly black and white
Maybe the confusion in me would not stay
But colour complicates all these things
Destroys a work of art that lies in simplicity

True beauty that could never get a chance to exist

A war ground is all I can see
The comfort that soon abandons me
All the things that I despise
Lies behind my own cursed eyes

If life was truly black and white
Maybe the confusion in me would not stay
But colour complicates all these things
Destroys a work of art that lies in simplicity

True beauty that could never get a chance to exist