I told myself that I would stay strong
And to try and hang on...
But as the days pass me by,
All I can do is cry.
I just don't know if I can go on
If every turn I make is wrong.
Though the sun guarantees a new day,
I tend to feel the same way.
Always down and out
And with many things to doubt.
I always feel so alone and all I have left is me.
Why doesn't anyone care or take the time to see?
All I really need is a friend
Who will listen and be there 'til the end.
