my thoughts are troubled
my thoughts are weary
my thoughts sometimes get the better of me
It's not that I'm not
used to being alone
sometimes it gets just too lonely
Most days I'm not alone
Most days anyone's ever gone
But some days I wake up alone
With a voice that's never gone
Some days I'm doing fine alone
Doesn't matter who's home or gone
But when the night finds me all alone
My thoughts tell me they are never gone
When even in a crowd I feel alone
What difference it makes who's there or gone?
Finding strength in numbers alone
A comfort that goes when the numbers' gone
my life is good
my life is blessed
my life knows just what to expect of me
It's not that I'm not
thankful enough but
sometimes it gets just too crappy
Most days I'm doing fine
Most days I'm standing in a line
But some days I pay a heavy fine
When life throws me out of line
Some days I act and say I'm fine
Even when I don't mean the line
Why bother when things are going fine
And say things which may cross the line?
So, I wear a mask so thin and fine
Can hardly see any crack or line
Just a pretense is how I would define
My life that's nothing more than an outline
