The tears they fell like it was yesterday.
It hardly seems worth wiping them away.
Sometimes they fall from Sun to Moon.
As I stare at 4 walls in an empty room.

And there's too many hours in the day.
If only I could, I would chase them away.
But they hang around, they drag and crawl.
As I look at the time, it's not moved at all.

Come to me, I think I need a helping hand.
As this is not the life I wanted or planned.
Places to go and people to meet, if only so.
I'm in too deep, but try not to let it show.