What is the point of talking when no one's there to listen
What is the point of trying if I'm only out to fail, not glisten
Why do people act so happy when darkness hits their home
Why am I still standing here all the **** alone?

Where is all the people going
Where do I even begin the heart stitches of sewing
Who are the people that live inside my head
Who are the others that follow light instead?

When do I get my chance
When is it my time to finally dance
How am I to act brand new
How is it that after so many years, I've finally met you