Raise Yourself from Your Pride

I woke up one morning
It must have been dreary and gray;
I awoke to singing silence
Something I haven't heard for years.
It was the sound of my thoughts
And nobody else's;
I don't know how to survive
When the people who've been by my side
Suddenly abandoned my trust.

I hear me screaming, louder than hell
And I can't help but wonder
Why no one can hear me.
So in my denial and my contempt
I realize if I died at their feet
Not one would raise a finger.

How alone can you be?
How loud must i cry to be realized?

I woke up one morning
Still foggy and heavy
Realizing still that my friends are gone.
So long to the memories
The things I feed off of are smothered.
Our old nemesis gnaws at my ankles
Catching me offbalance, offguard.
But your arms stay forever at your side.

I hear me crying, louder than hell
And i can't help but see
That you refuse to hear me.
So in my depleation and my chagrin
I realize my detailed obituary
Will not raise a finger.