Once again they tell me that I'm insensiblenIt must be truenit's always the same accusationnnYou don't feel well and you seek a reasonnWell I guess it's me nI guess it's my lack of compassionnnAnd I fake to sympathizenWith the struggles you endure every daynnThese desperate criesnSurround my isolationnI wanna be alonenAm I whole? Am I hollow?nnBefore my eyes the most beautiful girl criesnAnd still I run to avoid any complicationsnnAnd I fake to sympathizenWith the struggles you endure every daynnThese desperate criesnSurround my isolationnI wanna be alonenAm I whole? Am I hollow?nnWhen heaven descends to thenPalms of my handsnI wanne be alonenAm I whole? Am I hollow?nnThese desperate criesnSurround my isolationnI wanna be alonennWhen heaven descends to thenPalms of my handsnI wanna be alonen