I’m Never Really Here

What’s the point of being here?
When you’re having fun on your own,
Can’t you see that I’m alone?
Don’t you see me gasping for air?

I know I have only two choices,
It’s to stay or leave this abyss,
This place that you say is full of bliss,
A place I always said I wouldn’t access.

I guess I’ll just have to leave,
But you don’t want that, don’t you?
I’ll tiptoe away so it doesn’t worry you,
To where the day turns into eve.

I really didn’t have to tiptoe anyway,
Even if I crashed through the door,
Even fall down flat on the floor,
You wouldn’t really hear anything anyway.