some times i feel alone
with nothing to do but the streets to roam
i watch as the day pass
as the years start clashing
an i feel my memories not lasting

i show no emotion
i give no hint
that im here
to live
they dont pay attenion

did i forget to mention
to babies lost
but still i missing
stomach so big but nothing to cherish it
im delirous

or crazy
sometime i wanna break down an cry
the days i live is a lie
but i stll try
and i watch

as the clock
ticks my life away
and how night turns to day
but....
it seem my minds flown away

sometimes i feel alone
in my home
i roam
the dark halls
as every one sleeps

ppl rapt in sheets
with there sweet dreams
memories
of when i was happy

when my mama and daddy were family
noone hated me
it was a way to be
happy ........



but......

some times i feel alone
with nothing to do
but the streets to roam