sad town, run down, thats where all my friends come from and its the last time i want to say it. its the first time that i got hit, and the last time i want to feel it so go, tired go home. im standing out your window waiting for something to go on. nothing ever goes im outside again how can the words come out forward? how can the words be so happy? im lonely now but who are you to blame? this time i set myself up sometimes i feel like im losing it moving forward speaking forward