I'm not the only one, the only lonely one
You know who you are, afraid to lose your hearts
You sit in the corners of a world gone square
You can see them but to them you'are not there
Did you ever wonder why you'are stranger than – close?

I'm not the only one who's tired of the gun
There must be something more than marching off to war
Bleeding in the trenches 'neath a 90 lb pack
18 years old and never coming back
How can their dying ever make us feel – free?

I'm not the only one trying to get ahead
Working everyday harder than I'm paid
Going through changes – working my job
Thinking things be better if I get on top
With everybody yelling "hey, what about me/me? "