Mr . . . . Lost In Loneliness

I look like I’m happy, but I’m full of fear I’m trying to figure out, if I belong here Life is really not as it had seemed I’m not on the way I had always dreamed Why I am I here, what am I trying to do? It’s like walking in the bushes without my shoe What I am doing is truly meaning less Can’t even look into mirror coz I hate my face Do I have to be here or I’m in misplace I had chance to make life good form disgrace I know I’ve blown of my big chance to do so Now I’m sitting on this dark cold floor