so confused br in so many ways br makes u wonder br how u pass the day br wanting to talk br yet so afraid br of the hurt br the rejection br the pain br u ask so many people br can u be my friend br to help the troubled br the lost and the sane br yet they laugh and walk away br 3 days go by br still so confused br u walk through town br thinking of ur blues br when u see the child crying br u want to help but not sure how br u listen to her br and all she asks is...