i sit at the curb,
my head in my knees,
they think i'm begging,
i just want to please.
i got my head in the clouds,
i got my feet in the ground,
no one notices the lonely one,
because they lonely one doesn't make a sound.
i got to stay high all the time,
i can't go home alone again,
but i have to pay her a visit,
even if it brings me pain.
i have to show my face to them,
and get over my fears.
i have to say hello to old friends,
after all these long years.