• I walk out the door-hands in my pockets-and Walk out on the dark, slippery street.
    Nothing else to do but to keep on walking.and look down at my soakin wet feet.

    (Chorus)
    Why is it that even when you have a home you can still feel all alone
    And even when you have some friends it feels lie the worlds about to end.

    Bright blue eyes and cheery smiles are pushed to the back of my head
    And when i try to fake a smile i get a frown instead.
    Wet hair pressed against my face...tears roll down dont leave a trace- it feels like my life has gone to waste ...wil someone come and help??!!!!!

    (Chorus)
    Why is it that even when you have a home you can still feel all alone
    And even when you have some friends it feels lie the worlds about to end.

    It feels like my words a bowl of popcorn and im the only kernel left, waiting her restlessly for the bowl to fill up again.