Pick my heavy heart off of the Floor-

I'm alone in a crowded room,
Have you ever seen nothing true,
left wondering whether this is how you're supposed to feel in this gloom,
or whether trouble is still going to brew?


I'm here with you,
but I feel stuck still in the corner,
detract and unafraid of what I knew,
glad that I was a stoner.


Cause now I could pretend you didn't exist, that I couldn't see,
Since you were never cool enough to just let me be.
I had to change to please you... This is why you and me
Never would really work since you only saw your way, my way was something you just couldn't see.