A.N.T man

I am the man who hunkers down into my own soul

I'm the late night owl thinking about getting old

I can't speak my mind cause I'm prozen inside

and sometimes it's because of my pride

I listen to her but I just can't hear because the truth has always been that I'm enslaved by the fear of being alone it's not that she's not enough

when it's time for play I'm stuck at work all day I see a lot and it's always on my thoughts I hear their voices I remember their laughter and sometimes it's hard to find the meaning of it all when they lose their life how could I ever feel strife? Im not selfish I try to be selfless cause deep down I feel I'm a tool

when I'm up late at night I know she's there to hold me tight but in mind I'm already gone she's the tune and I just hum along