My neighborhood street that i walk on alone

The palms of the trees are dying from the cold

I'm wearing some shoes that i have far outgrown

Reaping what i've sown

The sky looks so different, the air feels so thin

Could be repercussions from this funk i'm in

My friends said im distant, we haven't talked since

I guess i've always been

So afraid of disappointing anyone

I'd almost rather sit and do nothing instead

I tend to self-isolate

Some call it sabotage but being alone seems to help shed some weight

The fall won't be far at this rate

The dark, empty halls of this house i call home

In my room i seek refuge, hide from the unknown

Very well might regret this when im grown

Im sure i can atone

Stare up at my ceiling as relationships fade

Wonder how much differs from if I would've have stayed

I sit and consider the mess that i've made

I cant help the way i'm

So afraid of disappointing anyone

I'd almost rather sit and do nothing instead

I tend to self-isolate

Some call it sabotage but being alone seems to help shed some weight

The fall won't be far at this rate (ooo-woah)

I tend to self-isolate (i can't help)

Hitting rock bottoms my fate (i can't help)

Can't help but self isolate

As i'm on the come down

Oo woah

And there's nobody around

If i scream, does it even make a sound?

Ooo woahh

Sitting in my lonesome

Oh woah oh

Self-inflicted torture

No one to blame except me and my pain

I'm over this shame

But i can't help but self-isolate