City lights pass me by, like the empty thoughts that race right through my mind.    Alone with my thoughts, twist the reasons that I want to hear you care.    Outlook enhanced by the chemicals that kill the listlessness.    My steely glare, aimed at no one because no one cares.       Time slipping through my fingers means my boredom becomes my death    and I'm looking ahead to realize that what I've had I need more of.    Feelings that tore me by burning every muscle strand I don't know if my loneliness is a sign of weakness.       City lights in my mind remind me of the times I spent outside.    Alone with my thoughts wander back in years to what were better times.    Motions and forms in the thick haze of a summer moonlit night my clouded stare,    aimed at nothing because nothing's there.       I may be silent but inside I'm screaming my tears hit the cradle before the phone.    You say that you're leaving say "I'll have another" say "is there a chance I'm too young for this?"    The dots have a meaning in to be continued and ending, just maybe, or maybe not really and I, don't know if my, loneliness is a sign of weakness.