Maybe it just that -
things are misplaced
this time,
it feels lonely,
but I hate crowds too,
I keep on telling,
telling myself that I can,
that I will be able to,
that I ...
Seeing myself as a bridge -
that people keep walking on,
sometimes I feel happy,
but sometimes I feel lonely,
Trying to leave,
trying to say goodbye,
but I don\'t see good in a goodbye.