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- - not that I am lonely and we love and we do the best we can to find what we've been dreaming of and we fight and we die and we do not understand why sometimes we don't even try walking through the night along a dark deserted street the desolation calls to me like someone I was bound to meet and my heart does a strange flutter and my skin begins to crawl as if danger is approaching but I turn my key and go inside my comfort zone, I'm home alone to find it's really nothing at all it is not that I am lonely it is just that I want a friend and I know I'm not the only one who's come to this dead end I'm just looking for a reason does it have to be this way why all the things that once pleased me don't seem to want to stay and we live and we love and we do the best we can to find what we've been dreaming of and we fight and we die and we do not understand why sometimes we don't even try drifting through each day among the crowded world working on a resume with our fingers curled and the heart does a silent stammer and the skin begins to weep as if something else is missing but then turn the key and say goonight then home alone, the comfort zone to find it's really nothing to keep it is not that I am lonely it is just that I need some sleep can you hear me cry at night I wonder if I still do I think my senses are numb but I can't really tell cuz nothing gets through can you hear me lie, alright I wonder about you have you ever been like this is there something that you miss is this nothing new I would explain but I do not have a clue it is not that I am lonely it is just that I want a friend and I know I'm not the only one who's come to this dead end I'm just looking for a reason does it have to be this way all the things that once pleased me nothing seems to stay today and we live and we love and we do the best we can to find what we've been dreaming of and we fight and we die and we do not understand why sometimes we don't even try this could be an anthem for a lost generation some sort of connection for souls adrift somewhere oh this could be a reason to remember believing to start again all over if somebody would care if somebody would share is somebody out there? it is not that I am lonely ��it is just that I'm... ��no where... and we live... � � |
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