Feeling bitter, hurts within,
The alcohol ain't yet kicked in.
He sits alone, looks at the phone,
But no-one calls 'cause they're not home.
He chased away all hints of bliss,
He wonders how he got like this.
He's wishing now they were still here
And wanting to have meant those tears.
Maybe it wasn't him at all,
Maybe the world is all at fault.
Now tell me what is it that they see?
He'll get in touch one day... maybe.
He counts up all the friends he had
But he cannot get past the first hand
And now there's no-one left to blame.
He only knows himself by name.
A wasted time, those wasted years,
All in his mind, crocodile tears.
Nothing to say, it's all been said,
His thoughts shut down, but something bled.