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Alone

Alone
I hold my head in my hands
And nobody around me seems to hear what I've said
I'm done
I'm tired of playing this game
It may look like I'm fine, but you can't feel my pain

I'm done with all this pointless crap you've given me
Cuz this is how I am and how I'm going to be
I can't stand what I am outside
I'm tired of screaming cuz I know you can't hear me say

Alone
I leave the other behind
I change the clothes I'm in and find another frame of mind
I'm done
As the old old me waves goodbye
I've got tind a whole new world berfore I start to die!

I'm done with all this pointless crap you've given me
Cuz this is how I am and how I'm going to be
I can't stand what I am outside
I'm tired of screaming cuz I know you can't hear me say

Alone
A sculpter working with clay
I listen for the time when I can finaly hear him say
I'm done
There's nothing more I can do
There's nothing left of old, and your life may start out new

I'm done with all this pointless crap you've given me
Cuz this is how I am and how I'm going to be
I can't stand what I am outside
I'm tired of screaming cuz I know you can't hear me say

You know it's (pointless, pointless)
I am through (pointless, pointless)
You know it's (pointless, pointless)
What will you do?


Chris Kirby