We Feel Alone — William Fitzsimmons

Mom and Dad parted ways we were young and got good grades and trees in yards meant to climb we left home but never looked behind

To feel alone We feel alone

You and I parted ways I don't think I'll ever see your face (hmmmm....mmm) We latch on to our hides meant to hold but we get torn apart

To feel alone to feel alone we feel alone to feel alone we feel alone