Have you ever had that feeling
Where you just have to go for a walk?
Just a little taste of freedom
In this hell called life.
Between steps your mind pondering a million different things
Asking yourself a million different questions
Why are all of my friends moving away?
Why am I so lonely?
but the biggest question of them all is
Why does no one love me?
It seems that with every girl I meet
I'm always the friend
why is that?
What is so wrong with me?
Am I repulsive?
Am I boring?
Or is it that everyone is scared of my emotions, including me.
Or could it be that I'm destined to spend my whole life alone in misery?
I don't know
I never have and never will.
I may not be the model man,
But I am the model gentleman
But hay,
The walks over now
So I can bury those questions back down inside.
Until I get the feeling, again, to put one foot in front of the other and keep on moving.
