Some of us only have the moon to talk with
Some of us only have the stars
Some only have the leaves on the trees
Some only have their hearts

Some of us are so lonely
That we cry ourselves to sleep
Just to wake up and try again to make friends
To be looked at like we're creeps

Everyone has been lonely once
I have been lonely too
I feel somedays my heart might stop
When no one cares what I'm going through

I'm not tough enough to keep things in
I'm not smart enough to understand
I was born the black sheep in a white sheep world
Not good enough for their demands

I dont want just the moon and the stars
Now I feel kind of greedy
I dont want the leaves or just my heart
But I also dont want to seem needy