every single time i see u in the street as u walk by u r shuffling ur feet as if to say u rather die, then live so far from home i wonder is that y u r so alone n i f u found a place to call ur own would u b fine n u tell me that smthg good is bound to happen soon n meanwhile u just wait inside ur room
do u find i odd that u were not as strong as u once thought even if u run u might get caught so u wont go n u'll b the last to know