Talking to |Myself|

Talking to myself.
I am a very nice person.
I talk to myself all the time.
It helps me kill the loneliness you cause.
Why do you leave me here all alone.
You leave me here only with myself to talk to.
You left me for dead.
In this already dead town.
I only talk to me.
Me is the only that understands.
The only one that can't understand you.
In this dead town.
I haven't seen even a frown.
I am all alone.
In a town I don't know.
You cause a lonely feeling somewhere inside me.
You can't kill this loneliness.
I hear the violins.
So melodic.
This exotic sound.
It is so loud.
In a already dead town.
I can only talk to myself.
Myself has got bored with me.
I want to hear the voice.
The voice of you.
The voice no one can even mimick.
I want to see you again.
Where are you?
I can only ask myself.
Are you somewhere dark and lonely?
Are you alone like me?
I cry.
Something I haven't done in months.
This feeling.
I can only see a dead town.
Full with no one.
It is empty like me.
I am tired of talking only to me.
I am tired of living in this already dead town.
I am done grieving over you.
The violins.
Melody so sweet and sinister.
We all have sinned.
In this already dead town.
Dead just like you and me.
Maybe that's why I only can talk to me.
Why can't I find you?
Aren't you dead too?
Don't tell me you will won't be mine again.
Sitting here.
I am still only talking to me.
Me is the only that can hear me.
Well the only one listening.
I continue to just talk to me.