There ain't nothing wrong with being alone

There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone,
For a minute or two,
It's happened to me,
And it's happened to you too.

When it's just you in your room,
Whistling a sad tune,
For, an also lonely moon,
I'll say it again,
There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone my friend,

Sometimes the sweetest thing,
Is to feel it's only you and the world,
You plant your feet on the ground,
And beneath you, you feel everything twirl,
The sky up above is,
Of the most beautiful and darkest of blues,
Just like your heart,

When it's just you in your room,
Whistling a sad tune,
For, an also lonely moon,
I'll say it again,
There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone my friend,

Like I said, there ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone, for a minute or two.

Is it?

There are many things passing by, runnin' 'round in yer mind,
They don't let up, they keep your head down all the time,
If only you could send them away, or find the words to say,
Gonna leave it all behind and get on goin', 'cause I just can't stay.

But it ain't easy is it?,
It doesn't matter where you are, you always remember, you never forget,
Half those things, half the time, make you wish you were dead,
So you pour yer hopes into a mean drink and a burning cigarette.

When all the things that could go wrong, have gone so,
And your true colours are breaking thorugh your skin, and they're starting to show,
You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
And the warmth of the sun, ain't so warm no mo',
And the cold night has suddenly gotten colder,
If I just make it through the night it'll all be better.

But it just ain't that easy, is it?
If you make it through the day, you'll still remember tomorrow,
The things that went wrong yesterday, while puffin' on a cigarette,
And hoping you can drink away the sorrow.

If it ain't in my heart

Everyone keeps telling me that only Sundays,

Are for staying in bed,

And doing nothin' but waste and wither away,

Well I do it everyday instead,

'Cause whatever purpose my life had long ago,

Is now utterly gone,

Don't know why, it just ain't in me anymore,

It scapes my mind, the reason.

Though, the outcome's truly appealing,

Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',

No concerns, no responsabilities,

The mementos I'm making are neither good nor bad, they're just memories,

Though everyone seems in dissagreement with this way to live,

It puts my mind at ease.


They say it's not wrong to acquiesce,
As long as you do so,
To their plain and emotionless requests,
Even when you know,
In yer heart you oughtta do something else,
Oh no, it ain't easy to live,
Specially when you have no room to breathe,
It's better to forget it all,
And just let yourself be.


You'll see the outcome's truly appealing,

Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',

No concerns, no responsabilities,

The mementos you'll be making will be neither good nor bad, they'll be just memories,

Though everyone will seem to be in dissagreement with this way to live,

It'll put your mind at ease.

I ain't gonna do what ain't in my heart,

This is who I've been right from the start.