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
Then live so far from home
I wonder is that why you're so alone
And if you found a place to call you 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
