I don't know what to think
I don't know how to feel
All I know is that I don't feel like I'm really here
A beaten body, but not in soul
Maybe when I grow up, maybe when I get old
It should be fair, the seasons growing cold
And I've watched you leave from the trees fallen to the floor
But as the years succumb I will find my place
But as it stands right now, I'll stand here alone

(I'm standing here alone)

These lines on my face are getting deeper
Every time I look in the mirror
But the list of things I hope to achiеve is the sentiеnce of the home I share
The home I share with no one

Let me tell you a story about a guy who lived
He did his best, gave it all, had one final wish
That maybe when he's gone someone will say
He remembered that guy, that he was great
But in reality people just move on
And one piece from me, this song