Searching for me in the crowd?
Random faces is all you get.
Start looking in the solitude.
I was never meant to fit in.
Neither far nor distant is where I am.
It’s just a place we talk less about.
The true world is a cruel place,
that ain’t my home…
The honest sphere of your life is my dwelling
Your flattery may help my anxiety
but your honest regards would make me a better person.
Not too complex to understand.
You are just looking at the wrong side,
listen to me for once.
And you will know the story of my beautiful melancholy.