People rush by
Bumping others harshly
Never stop to apologize
They get on with their lives
The scene keeps changing
No one ever staying
They have places to go
They’re busy, you know?
It’s ironic I think
There’s such a big crowd
Yet I’m on the brink
Of screaming aloud.
There’s something I don’t get
I’m here on my own
If people surround me
Why do I feel so alone?
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
People rush by
Bumping others harshly
Never stop to apologize
They get on with their lives
The scene keeps changing
No one ever staying
They have places to go
They’re busy, you know?
It’s ironic I think
There’s such a big crowd
Yet I’m on the brink
Of screaming aloud.
There’s something I don’t get
I’m here on my own
If people surround me
Why do I feel so alone?