Being surrounded by people br Day after day br Only one friend among them br There's nothing to say br br If only I could just come out br I really just love to play br I'm hiding back into my shell br I think it's the only way br br I guess I'm just lonely br I want them to see br They use me for my car br Without it I'm just me br br I hide in the bathroom br I sit on the floor br If no one's around br I'll stand behind a door br br When no one's around br I just need a hug br But there's no one to call br There's no one to bug br br I crawl into a corner br And start to read a book br If I don't say a word br It's only me, they overlook br br Why does it matter? br Why do I care? br I have better places to be br I don't have to be there br br But my one friend still stays br So I have to return br He says 'where you been? ' br I can feel his concern br br He thinks that I'll leave him br Just like all the rest br We help eachother out br At least I try my best br br I know I'll keep coming back br I don't doubt that at all br Because when I leave for week or two br He knows he just has to call br br 3302006br br Angelique' Rockwellbr br