Every single time
I see you in the street as you walk by,
You're shuffling your feet as if to say
you'd rather die than live so far from home
I wonder, "Is that why you're so alone?"
And if you found a place to call your own
Would you be fine?

And you tell me that
Something good is bound to happen soon
And meanwhile, you'll just wait inside your room

Do you find it odd
That you are not as strong as you once thought?
And even if you run,
You might get caught,
So you won't go
And you'll be the last to know

And even if you run,
You might get caught,
So you won't go,
And you'll be the last to know