I spend too much of my time alone,
wondering about my friends back home,
thinking if they are having more fun…
without me
I try to see more than just myself,
things that will restore my mental health,
but usually all I see are a million people…
passing by me
interlude
I think it is the pain we all endure,
that makes us all feel so insecure,
wondering if the people we love,
really love us
the truth is such a hard thing to ask,
is it something that we can even grasp?
and I can’t figure out which answer,
scares me more…
chorus
I guess our lives did not turn out as we might have hoped,
and some of these problems seem to be beyond reproach,
perhaps every issue we have is not a battle to be won,
all I can really promise is that Ill be with you even if you run,
all I can really promise is that Ill be with you
I know that life is not a competition,
and that before I talk I should listen,
but if I don’t speak these words they just
might consume me
I think I often chase people away,
because I’m afraid they may not stay,
if I let them stick around long enough,
to know me