They've all got
Some secret cubby, some secluded piece of green --
Somewhere to wander and ponder, all unseen.
Me, I'm lonely as a vacuum-guarded stone,
But there's nowhere I can go to be alone.
Through a wall, voices calling -- a bit muffled but still clear.
Though I try to ignore them, I can't help but overhear.
From my lonely room, I hear them grunt and moan
And there's nowhere I can go to be alone.
Oh, I could
Open to another Psi, shut the voices all away
In echoes of each other, for as long as we could stay --
That other'd be too near, or else I'd hear my own --
There'd be nowhere left to go to be alone.
So in this noisy silence, segregated by my psi,
I sit, knowing secrets, knowing I'll never know why.
My senses naked as a flesh-scraped bone...
And there's nowhere I can go to be alone.
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