I don’t want to face this world tonight. I don’t have the answers and each path seems laced with unknown failures.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I’m unable to seem authentic or likable or interesting. Charisma seems false to me, but tempts those around me.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. People don’t take the time to understand me. They give me cheap pennies of advice. They dish out answers before waiting on the next table.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. It’s hard to listen to the problems around me and know what problems are out there. I can’t reconcile my place as a mere man on this Earth with my desire to make it better.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I feel the unhappiness around me or perhaps it’s inside me. Does it cloud what’s around me? It hurts to see too much light or too much darkness, and I feel the weight of grief closing in.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I don’t want to be someone who must rely on the kindness of strangers and the opinions of critics. I’m caught on the edge of a sword between being true to myself and compelling to an audience.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I’ll have to admit that all these trends and fads are the truth and I am fooling myself. I don’t want to succumb to that version of the world. I don’t want to lose the hope I cling to in the city lights.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I want to be someone else. I want to release myself from the tethers on my mind and spirit. I want to face the unknown with virtue.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. Knowing that I am not the man I pretend to be. I am not brave or virtuous or incorruptible. I’m afraid of my own shadow and where my footsteps will lead.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. I want my path to be true. I want it all to work out. Tonight, I can’t see that. I can’t release myself. I’m in a trance.
I don’t want to face this world tonight. Tonight, let me hide. Tomorrow, I’ll go out and face this world again.