Street life (unfinished)

I walk down the streets
Begging bowl in my hand
People avoid looking,
They will never understand

I sit on the floor,
Leaning against a sign
I feel so alone
This life, it isn\'t mine

I look up to see the people walking by
Some of them look down
Some of them kick my bowl
But most of them just frown

Others just Carry on walking
They donâ??t want to see
What real life is like here
They donâ??t want to see me

They come here on holiday
To a hotel or camp
SuroSurroundmselves with luxury
They donâ??t want to see a tramp

So turn away, pretend I\'m not there
Or if thatâ??s to har, prehaird its real,
Think I\'m just waiting for my mum,
And I have nothing to feel.