In this crowded world I've gotta make big pounds
and work till I get that sweaty cheque on my palm
but in this noise so loud have I lost my sound
here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet calm
I used to chase those smiles on their faces
and now I've lost all those friends and their traces
I've been with people but it now seems too late
here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet awake
Hiding all the tears beneath those circles dark
as the sleepless nights crossed without a mark
sure I passed the weakness, but now the days seem long
here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet strong
I've fought the desires - both for and against
but lost them all now somewhere in a corner yet
still try'na light the fire in this cold of the dawn
here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet warm
Ain't no regret that I carry on my shoulders torn
yet in my heart somewhere there's a pain unknown
reliving all the memories past on my phone
here I sit on my toilet seat, crying and alone,
here I sit on my toilet seat, crying and alone...
It's kind of a personal poem, because over the past few months, I've grown to like the warmth of sitting on my toilet seat. I think it is to me what a shower time is for some people. that's become a place where nothing is expected of me, where I get to listen to myself, where there's no one to judge me - not even myself - something whose importance I've realized, for it's not just the world, but even we judge ourselves by our own words and actions and make a perception of who we are supposed to be.
