How the days are just one big mess?
How the weeks turn to years?
I find myself walking alone, try to say the first thing that comes to mind.
I am trying and those words, they are stuck, they are hiding.
Oh, my they are loss and when I need them the are gone.
None of them are there why, oh, why.
I guess they come back to someday.
I find myself walking alone looking for a long time.
Please if you read this would you give me a word, a sentence, a line.
So, I don't have to walk no more. This walk is so long.
By.. Me!! Jeannie