It's lonely here. br Though I am surrounded by people everywhere I go br I am lonely. br I'm tired here. br Though I sleep through the winds and the ice and the thousand storms br I am exhausted. br When will it end? br I've been waiting for years for my life to get off to a good start br I want it to stop. br Where is the laughter? br I smile through the day and pretend this life is liveable. br But I can't find my happiness. br br I've been running through the cold and trying to find warmth but nowhere that I go can help warm up my heart. br br I've been hiding from the thunder in a makeshift little room and I can still hear screaming, hoping I can stop soon.