And I am tired, and I am alone.
Shout it from the rooftops,
It should be known.
As a whole we "somehow grown."
But how am I still tired, and how am I still alone

Melancholy, for the born to live,
But live to die,
In the hands of another,
We're supposed to love each other.
Sister and brother.
No matter the color.
No matter the age.
Age is just a cage,
But we can't move on,
We're attached to the page.
And we won't let go.
Better, the sooner you know.

And I am tired, and I am alone.
Shout it from the rooftops, it should be known.
As a whole we "somehow grown."
But how are we supposed to move on.
When we all still tired and we're all still alone