This life here is strange,
I don't feel the same.
I swear there's more out there,
something to live for!
Give me your hand,
you know I'll always care.
My mind is racing in the past,
but physically I'm right here...
just breathing.
I feel like I've gone crazy,
like I can't reach out anymore.
I can write this,
and say the same thing,
over & over,
yet I still never get through!
All I do is work,
all I do is sleep,
eat & drink...
How did this happen?
Where did I start wrong?
I still wish I were small,
not too short,
or tall.
I need to be me,
in my cozy little home.
This is who I really am,
so tell me now...
AM I ALONE?