The Law of Equivalent Exchange

I talk to you every now and then

I never felt so alone again I stop to think at a wishing well My thoughts send me on a carousel Here I am standing on my own Not a motion from the telephone I know it’s not a reason why But solitudes a reason to die Just you wait and see A school life is a It is a woken dream Aren’t you feeling alone? I guess it’s just another (I guess it’s just another) Night alone