You look at my arms I see your hurt It's your soul scars
I tired praying Every night Every day
I tired praying Every night Every day
You had lost in the crowd And I scream so loud Where are you?
Now I'm here alone Happiness is gone Forevermore
It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight. To fit in a red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow alright. (sighs) What have I got, Harry? Hm? Why should I even make the bed or wash the dishes? I do them. But why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone. You're gone. I've no one to...care for. What have I got, Harry? ......I'm lonely. *starting to cry a little* I'm old. (Requiem for a Dream)