Sitting alone again at night
wishing someone would appear,
whispering to the walls, in fact,
and someone does reply.
You and me, we got a lot to do,
a lot to see, a lot to overcome.
Me and I, we don't feel the same
about the way, we see this world.
I don't know where I'm headed,
I don't really know who I am.
I think this is the right path,
I'm hoping that I'm right this time.
It's getting colder every day
on this endless ride we're on.
It's getting harder to move forward
because something's in my way.
I'd push past if I had strength,
I'd step around if I could walk,
I'd look through if I could see,
it wouldn't be there if I wasn't scared
No!
Falling limp to the floor again,
not knowing what came before.
It's like a voice was telling me,
"goodnight, you're not needed anymore."