There where many things I didn't know

Sitting in my room, all day long.
I'm sitting here singing, my own sad song.
A song about missery, a song about hope,
A song about problems, and how to cope

I want someone to love me,
I want someone to care,
But when I turn around to cry,
Nobody's ever there

I want a family
and some friends to call my own,
I want all these things,
So I don't have to be alone.

I'm hoping someone will love me,
I'm hoping someone will care,
I hear something and turn around,
and notice no ones there...


/MF