Sometimes I feel like the world isn't minenand it feeds on my hunger and tears on my time nand I'm tired.nnEvery face on the street is as cold as there air nand as hard as the pavement that moves 'neath my feetnand I'm tired.nnAnd sometimes I stop to ask to myself,nOh, why should I be so alone?nIt comes and it goes and nobody knowsnbut they're blind with a pain all their own.nnSo I start out again with a smile on my facento hide all of the empty in search for a friendnand I'm tired.nnAnd sometimes I stop to ask to myself,nOh, why should I be so alone?nIt comes and it goes and nobody knowsnbut they're blind with a pain all their own.nnnSo I start out again with a smile on my facento hide all of the empty in search for a friendnand I'm tired.nYes, I'm tired.nnAnd I'm tired.nYes, I'm tired.nnAnd I'm tired.nYes, I'm tired.