None of my friends
Wanna talk to me,
So I'm just leaning
On this balcony,
And I'm sheilding my eyes
From the bright city,
None of my friends
Ever talk to me,
Man, that sidewalk,
Lined in chalk,
Another dead body-
Cause they couldn't talk,
And another crying family,
And their world, rocked,
Another empty bed-
And a door, locked,
Their son, mocked,
His clock, stopped,
None of your friends
Wanna talk to you,
So you're just looking
Out this window, too,
And you're counting your tears
While you're feeling blue,
None of your friends
Wanna talk to you.