You in the crowd Talk about being lonely like its some sort of trend My friend you don't know this feeling like I do This feeling that I'm being lied to I made a list of sorts The date loosely date mid March And in it it wrote 'Am I alone or just a rogue planet' You're going in this circle, thats left you tired and drained The one you used to fall back on, the one you used to hate You say you think of me, when you clean your dirty feet In the well you dug and filled, don't be proud of what you built All I see are trees, and the roots surrounding me Like scent-triggered memories, they bring me back To where I want to be, living comfortably It must be nice, living comfortably Where has the time gone, I feel alone Where has the time gone, cus I still feel young