| Sitting Alone |
| Sitting alone, hours on end never saying a word contemplating life and the meaning of existance Is it really worth all the pain and all the hurt? Is there really a reason to be in this world? Sitting alone, listening to "angry" music, quietly singing along Relating to lyrics on she understands lyrics only she knows Are friends really worth having? always asking stupid questions Are they worth the trouble of the fighting and the backstabbing? Sitting alone, hours on end never saying a word Contemplating life and the meaning of existance ©2002 Veronica Michelle O'Gorman |