Every different path i take leads to the same thing. Why?

All but a distant memory now...

Was it too much was done that wasn't enough?
Was it such that all around made it so tough?
Was it a want? Or is it a need?
It's all too late now, the sun has set.
Cows need to go home, and i prefer sitting
in the dark, yes in the shed outside.
You left me alone. And alone i was.

Will i get to see the light again?

i'm so used to the dark now...

keeping people close by keeping them away...
i am someone everyone love to be with but not to be with...
still trying to comprehend...groping in the dark...
the fear of loss...
im closer to the dark side now...hard to turn back in the dark.