Paint me a picture of a happy ending
Because I stand in the streets
Feeling broken and battered
Crowded roads filled with blank-faced people
Staring at the ground or straight ahead
Carelessly pushing themselves through the masses
And reaching for something they cannot get.

Shelterless and bare we walk the path of life
Obeying the rules that have been set
While trying to find a shoulder to lean on
We crumble to pieces because no one is there
Nobody is there to catch us falling
When we stumble over our own mistakes
Even if we try calling no one can hear us
Because we’re drowning in a crowded lake