This Loneliness Won’t Be the Death of Me - Being As An Ocean

I swear this isn’t the end but I still feel so alone

Even when I’m surrounded by my best friends

Words can’t penetrate a tree in the wind

I bend

Falling faster into the depths

I’m falling, I’m falling

Under such depression;

I can barely even catch my breath

Words can’t mend, and love does not sink in

Why can’t I see your face?

Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve

I swear this isn’t the end

But when will I feel comfortable in my own skin?

Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve

I swear this isn’t the end

Knowing fundamental truth doesn’t seem to matter, after such tremendous abuse

'Cause I’ve worked this ground since my youth

And still, the land has yet to bare any sort of fruit

I’ll continue to toil and plough

Hoping one day I’ll make you proud

What have I got to show?

As I wipe the sweat from my brow

So tired, so tired of showing love so deep, that most aren’t even willing to

feel

See what I’m seeing, open your eyes and recognize that this is real

This season brings darkness so profound

I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found

Contorted, racked with pain

I know I should feel free

Yet I continue to sing this sad refrain

I can’t sleep, and food has lost it’s taste

God, I’m so sick of this place

(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)

And I’m touched by the hands of a brother

And like a rush, passing through my exterior

(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)

I hear my name, a hush

A son, loved by a father

(I hear my name and I’m a long way away)

I’ve been made alive, again

I’m alive, again