Isolation is a place,
Where no-one needs to know my face.
Where I hide,
what’s deep inside.
And my thoughts do not betray,
all the things I’d like to say.

So I dig myself in deeper,
Where other’s see a negative speaker.
As all those thoughts deep inside,
come pouring out they won’t abide,
with my plea to hide away,
all the things I should not say.

So there I am are sitting alone,
waiting there beside the phone.
Hoping I soon will discover,
I’m not alone there is another.
Someone who is tired too,
and has feelings just like you.

Feeling alone or lack or worth,
are they next door or in Perth.
Someone who understands your head,
and all the things that you have said.
Weren’t meant to harm or meant in spite,
but because you yourself could not fight.
The self image you have in your soul,
is one that’s out of control.

So with this image you struggle through,
and only let in a chosen few,
to come and share in your weird life,
one may even become your wife.
But if you never let them though,
the door you fight to hold onto,
they will never come to know you,
and you will never meet them too.