I wait, and I wait, to make a new start, a new beginning, but it feels like the end. Not that I know for certain, not that I even care, but if I reach out, will you still be there? And it takes one to know one, and I'm really not sure, if I could put things back together, like before. And I want it to be simple, but everything I see, all that I've built up, must one day come down. I tried to see the bright side, the best way I know, the more I look up, the more I feel below. I've found some good distractions, as far as people go, but with every new one, another gets old. I followed my convictions, it was good till I got bored, till the voice beyond the grave kept calling on. I'm really trying to be there, for the people I know, the more we meet up, the more I feel alone. So I look at what surrounds me, and the places I go, and the seeds sown in this garden start to grow. I'm really trying to be there, for the people I know, the more we meet up, the more I feel alone. I'm really trying to be there, for the people I know, the more we meet up, the more I feel alone.