Waking up in the morning, br To falling asleep at night, br To the darkest that surrounds me, br To the point that its too bright. br br Music soaring in one room, br A figure laying across a bed, br Being alone, br No troubles, br Seeming to be dead. br br Keeping to myself, br Writing, br More than a single poem. br Accepting my mind br as my only home. br br I'm alone and i love it! br Its the only place to be free, br The place i can spill my feelings, br The place i can be me.