life's changing– it's crumbling around me, and I wanna just curl up in a ball on the floor and let it sail right past me… I've got no one to hold my hand, to dance with me on the dance floor lit by a thousand tiny lights. I've got no one, no one, no one… no one to tell me it's gonna be ok; no one to tell me I'll make it to the end…. is it a crime to be alive? the human race passes you by, rushing on with the flight of time; rushing by, seeing nothing, no one…
why doesn't anyone look into another's eyes anymore, and without looking at his shoe brand, call him friend? no one will love if you aren't perfect. but i'm only human…
I know how you feel. Sometimes it feels like the world is slipping from under your feet and you have nowhere to grip onto. I guess the only thing to do is go ahead and believe that somewhere along the way if you live your best life, an honest life, things will align for you.