It's 11 on a Friday night and I'm sitting here by myself
The music is playing lightly and the talk is soft
a wave of loneliness washes over me, something uncommon
So I sit here picking at my food wondering who to call, who to talk to
If this is what it feels like to be alone,
then i wish every person had a heart to match theirs
In a world so big you feel small when your alone and out of place
But to comfort yourself you can always think about memories
You can listen to other people talk or sleep in your dream world
But no i can't deal with the food, i need to find a friend
So with my phone I call and I call but with no luck
I look at the time, quarter of twelve and pick up my jacket
I say good bye and leave the tip while walking outside
The cold breeze chills me as i walk into the darkness alone