I Only Have Four Contacts in my Phone

I found a way out
But now I don’t want to go
There’s too many people I don’t know
I try to follow in the line
By walking slow
No one even notices
I guess I’ll die alone

 
I’ll never make a difference
So now I’m indifferent


I thought something would change
I’d finally find my place
But when they ask my name
I don’t know what to say
So I stay on the bench
In the dark shade
It’s better this way


I want to stay in
But I still hate being home
There’s too many people I know
I still follow the line
Though I don’t like where it goes
No one ever notices
I’m going to die alone

 
I’m lonely around everyone else
Too scared to be myself
I turned into one of those messed up kids
I was always warned against
I don’t know what made me like this
I think this is the end