out of touch & out of place

So much is bottled up: pain, heartbreak, & all that jazz

Nothin'll evr really be the same

I'm in denial, pretending it'll all go away

but it won't

I don't belong here

I wish I could quit life

But no matter how many blows I take

I just won't die

There are many times I've offered a shoulder to lean on

Now it seems I need one myself

Except I'm not sure anything could really help

There's too much to think about

Too many decisions to make

I feel very emo now...