Empty in a crowed room, Lonely though I'm not alone. Running fast while standing still... This is sometimes the way that I feel. Up, When I should be down, Smiling though I really want to frown, Intoxicated after making love; Sad for-no-reason... just because: Wondering is this life real. This is sometimes the way that I feel. Wanting but not having a need, Striving but just can't succeed; Needing a touch... A hug from a friend, Standing still alone once again: Dead but yet I live. This is sometimes the way that I feel. Loving but getting nothing in return, Standing on ice... Yet! Deep is the burn. Reaching-out, though no-one's there, Giving to those who don't really care, Wondering are they for-real... This is sometimes the way that I feel. Happy when I should be sad, At peace... When the world's gone mad; Laughing... Needing to heal. This is sometimes the way that I feel. This is sometimes the way that I feel,  This is sometimes the way that I feel.