I used to want you to notice the hidden messages in my sigh about loss and isolation.
You could say it would be my goodbye.
I'd sing a song of deep despair just to see if you would hear, but no such thing happened.
No rescue would come back here.
Maybe I'd just quit and bury my head in the sand.
Go out with the tide and never come back.
But at dawn I'm seeing now that broken hearts don't make you right, and self pity is comforting, but you'll let it swallow you alive.
Though the pressure's on, the broken are never on their own.
We've come from isolation, but we're never alone.
We are never alone.