A different day, but still the same old scene

I'm doing nothing all alone again

My face is dirty and my hands are unclean

It's hard not being lonely when you haven't any friends



It seems to me that everyone's wrong

With introspection all I see is rejection

How will I relate when I cannot get along?

I'm left here to wallow in my own imperfection



There exists no point in trying to get along

In a society in which I don't belong

I'm always locked in my virtual cell

And I can't make bail

I don't associate with such a foreign kind

I watch TV with my forgotten mind

I'm always fighting for second to last

But still I fail



Alone I walk down these changing streets

Faceless idiots put my conscience in danger

Although this neighborhood should be so familiar

Why do I feel like such a stranger?



You're afraid that you can't have it all

I'm afraid because I don't have anything

Standing next to you makes me feel small

But standing by myself I feel nothing