let's dance to joy division and celebrate the irony.

Changes. They're happening. Everyday.
Honestly, i don't like it and it's scaring me.
We're moving on and i'm feeling left behind.
Sitting in this old empty house, just buying my time,
waiting to be left completely alone with no direction.

You were my last lifeline and now you have gone,
to the darkside, which ironically is not dark, my side is.
Dark, lonley and so incomplete.

I now see myself slipping away into this dark and empty cynical state.
How does one get out of it? I fail to understand.
Where do i start and do i really want to?
Thats the worst thing about this, i have no motivation to make myself happier.

You were my last lifeline, you are happy and i should be happy for you,
but i am empty and broken.
I remember when you were empty and broken and i did my hardest to help you.
I hope you help me, because i dont think i can do this alone.

Is this what life is about?
Being broken and empty and alone?
I'm being cultivated to live these lonely nights.
Everything that was good in my heart has left my body and soul.