I walk the streets alone, memories turn out wrong God,
Looking for some answers, to all my questions,
Now fools don’t care about the blues,
So I’m told but I don’t know, if I drink too much,
It helps me forget my loneliness.
I’m just a lonely man, crying to be just a lonely man,
So long, so long, I’ve been lonely so long.
I always seem to lose and get refused, must face the truth,
I need somebody I can talk to and trust, I’m waiting, waiting,
For someone to come and make it right,
I don’t want sympathy,
And I’m so tired of myself you see.
Wish I could find some love, and affection, direction,
Not many chances have ever come my way,
Tell me is there a secret, to happiness that stops distress?
Why do things always change?
Why can’t anything stay the same?
