All By Myself
I sit and listen as the world goes by. People laughing and talking, and I wonder why.
Why am i alone in a world so silent, why is it just me, why am i so lonely?
It's funny because I just knew my life would be different, I would have friends and things to do, so much that I'd have to repent.
Instead the only voice i hear often is my own or the tv, no phone calls, no picnics, I'm even alone at the movies. There must be something wrong with me.
No life, no love, no one to even call my own.