Searching...

The clock ticks

As time goes on

and even after years

I still don't belong

I've traveled my paths

with my head held high

yet it always turns out

I am the one to say good-bye

Sure, I meet new faces

and find it kind of fun

but all of my happiness dies

when I am back on the run

I fear I'll be searching forever

for my special place

where each and everyday is filled

with a friendly, familiar face