In this weird world
You work til you drop
And no body stops to stare
at you while you shop
In this world filled with people
You seem to stand alone
Even your friends feel empty
While you talk to them on the telephone
But it's love that were lacking
This is the truth
And without it we'll always feel
Empty like a booth
on a long winter night
It may feel like a curse
But you seem to have sold your soul
For that watch or that purse
Life is much more
than simple things or metaphors
Train stops or alleyways
Windows or doors
Life is to complex to fathom
And while I sit here bored
Someones life is just beginning
Others end in a word
All we know is were all here
For a short amount of time
And if I could make you all smile
I would, with each little rhyme