World Not At Our Feet

and i go out into the rumbling street we stand side by side with the world not at our feet and then you leave, you leave me alone my heart can feel like its made of nothing but stone yet i do nothing, because sometimes i feel nothing i wish i could ask you whats in my head but you would push me away push me away is it better being dead when things dont go your way so i'll die alone again like i have a thousand times before just wishing that you'd knock on the door drop your clothes to the floor i just want something more