I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself any more.
It's hard to put it into words, but I guess it's as if I was fast asleep
And someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back
That sort of
Every one of us is losing something precious to us -
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can
Never get back again.
That's part of what it means to be alive.
just sad you were so nice to me
When I was having my problems,
But now that you're have yours,
It seems there's not a thing I can do for you.
You're locked up in that little world of yours,
And when I try knocking on the
door, you just
Sort of look up for a second and go right
When something bothered me, I didn't talk with anyone about it.
I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone.
Not that I really felt lonely.
I thought that's just the way things are.