This is a moody acoustic driven song.
Music that has "meat" to it.
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Story behind the song
As I walked to work over the past year, I have noticed a blonde teen boy sitting on a park bench located in the outside smoking area of a local school. He seemed to always wear a very long black jacket with the hoodie covering his head and large aviator mirrored sunglasses. There was very little of him that you could see, in fact; just a few puffs of blonde hair that poked out from behind the edges of the hoodie and the parts of his face that were not hidden by the glasses. His stance was quite telling; he was always sitting down, bent over, very closed off to everyone around him. Many times, he seemed to have what I would guess was his girlfriend sitting beside him. She seemed to wear very different styles of clothing, from punk to Gothic to contemporary dinner dress. There was not a lot of movement or action, though there seemed to be some laughter at times.
This got me wondering about this boy, and my brain took the liberty of creating the rest of this character’s life (fictional, but based on this image). I think there are many students, in fact, that might feel the way my song portrays this one to feel: lonely, shut off from mainstream society, putting a nice smile on the outside but hurting inside, never letting anyone really see who he is because that would make him vulnerable to the echoes of ridicule that he might have already felt.
That, then, is the story behind this song. It is a story about a fictional character in a high school who feels like he is, in a social world, the lonely one.
Lyrics
Mirrored glasses hide my eyes
But make me think of you, and what you’ve done to me.
Hoodie over my head
Makes you really wonder what I’ll do
And what I’ve done before.
No one’s getting in and I’m not getting out.
I keep my distance…
And tell myself that I’m the lonely one, the lonely one
I tell myself that I’m the only one
Who feels the way I do.
Morning talks inside the pit with a friend or two
The losers of the hall.
My girl makes me feel like I can be a lot like you
But I know that I’m not.
You won’t let me in and I’m not wanting out
I tell myself a lot…
I tell myself that I’m the lonely one, the lonely one
I tell myself that I’m the only one
Who feels the way I do.
Just a solitary life in a barren land,
Wondering where everything has gone.
Just an overbearing fear of what we long to find
If I take the glasses off.
Lunch time always finds me here;
I wonder what they see; looks of distaste.
Back inside – focus gone.
Leaves me wondering what aids for my escape.
Everyone’s alive, but I just want to hide
Because my life’s a lie…
I tell myself that I’m the lonely one, the lonely one
I tell myself that I’m the only one
Who feels the way I do.
