i can not offer what i do not have
nor can i assume i belong anywhere else
when i am not even sure if i really belong where i came from
everything is so strained and truncated
i can not hear the music in my pain
nor can i see the beauty in the city lights
on this side of the night there are no stars
nothing to look up to
nothing to dream about
i think i just made them up
and someday everything will fall
one of these days i'll make up my mind