i’m not the only one, the only lonely one
you know who you are, afraid to lose your hearts
you sit in the corners of a world gone square
you can see them but to them you’r not there
did you ever wonder why you’r stranger than – close?
i’m not the only one who’s tired of the gun
there must be something more than marching off to war
bleeding in the trenches ‘neath a 90 lb pack
18 years old and never coming back
how can their dying ever make us feel – free?
i’m not the only one trying to get ahead
working everyday harder than i’m paid
going through changes – working my job
thinking things be better if i get on top
with everybody yelling “hey, what about me/me? “