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It's hard to believe that there's anyone out there, It's hard to believe anyone listens or ever cares. I don't believe in anything anymore, Some day death will come knocking on my door. But, for some reason, I hang around this place. Staring into every sad and lonely face. No one ever wants to lend a hand, And love's too blind to understand. You never noticed that I was here, Because my presence is so unclear. I had it in me all along, yet never strode to fame, Because I never knew it was wild enough to tame. Every night I'm tired, but can never get to sleep. What makes love so hard, and what makes life too deep? How come no one is there when it's cold, Or when there's no one's arm to hold? That makes it hard to believe that feelings are real, Because there are so many feelings that I never feel. People always put me so far down, And think it's fun to push us around. So why should I believe that there's a God if I can't see, Why he'd "bless" the world and forget to "bless" me? |