• They ask "can you come out to play?"
    They pull each night and every day,
    I lie to them, I just want to stay
    Inside my room withdrawn away.

    Somehow they just can't seem to see,
    The need to be alone in me.
    Always with others I just can't be,
    For only alone do I feel free.

    This will one day surley change,
    Everyday a certain range.
    I could tell them this, but in exchange,
    They would likely sneer, call me deranged.

    What's so bad about being alone?
    Not always near friends or on the phone?
    Love and care for them I have surely shown,
    For we've laughed and cried and broken bones.

    I'm not the least a lonely soul,
    I've much in my life, I'm nearly whole.
    Yet criticism is all that they dole,
    And claim that my heart is black as coal.

    I admit sometimes that I long,
    To sing a chorus, not a solo song.
    Sometimes solitude just feels wrong,
    Sometimes I am just alone too long.

    In these times I'll come out to play,
    Be it night or sunny day.
    I'll be out with them and want to stay,
    Outside my home, my room, away.