Faiful’s Weblog

I talk to you every now and then
I never felt so alone again
I stop to think at a wishing well
my thoughts send me on a carousel

Here I am standing on my own
not a motion from the telephone
I know not a reason why
solitudes a reason to die

Just you wait and see
as school life is a
It is a woken dream
aren’t you feeling alone?

I guess its just another
I guess its just another
I guess its just another night alone

Now as I walk down the street
I need a job just to sleep in sheets
buying food every once in a while
but not enough to purchase a smile

A tank of gas is a treasure to me
I know now that nothing is free
I talk to you every now and then
I never felt so alone again

Just you wait and see
as school life is a
it is a woken dream
aren’t you feeling alone?

I guess its just another
I guess its just another
I guess its just another night alone