My neighborhood street that I walk on alone
The palms of the trees are dying from the cold
I'm wearing some shoes that I have far outgrown
Reaping what I've sown
The sky looks so different, the air feels so thin
Could be repercussions from this funk I'm in
My friends said I'm distant, we haven't talked since
I guess I've always been
So afraid of disappointing anyone
I'd almost rather sit and do nothing instead
I tend to self-isolate
Some call it sabotage, but being alone seems to help shed some weight
The fall won't be far at this rate
The dark, empty halls of this house I call home
In my room I seek refuge, hide from the unknown
Very well might regret this when I'm grown
I'm sure I can atone
Stare up at my ceiling as relationships fade
Wonder how much differs from if I would've stayed
I sit and consider the mess that I've made
I can't help the way I'm...
So afraid of disappointing anyone
I'd almost rather sit and do nothing instead
I tend to self-isolate
Some call it sabotage, but being alone seems to help shed some weight
The fall won't be far at this rate (ooo-woah)
I tend to self-isolate (I can't help)
Hitting rock bottom's my fate (I can't help)
Can't help but self-isolate
As I'm on the come down
Oo woah
And there's nobody around
If I scream, does it even make a sound?
Ooo woahh
Sitting in my lonesome
Oh woah oh
Self-inflicted torture
No one to blame except me and my pain
I'm over this shame
But I can't help but self-isolate
