I use to be one of the crowd I use to be skin and bone I wasn't strong-headed or proud But I was all alone Now I've grown a bit In each and every direction I've found myself a place to sit But still I get no affection Why is it no matter who I am Or what I try to be No one seems to give a damn Or take a chance on me? I know that I've got friends And I'm really not unaided But every time the daylight ends Those kind thoughts are shaded By the doubts that grow inside my head Of how, and why, what's wrong? Why, when I lie upon my bed I'm not where I belong? But where am I to go Is the problem in this place Or what if it drags along in tow What if the problem is my face Or is it in my head, my walk Where the disease lies Is it every time my mouth opens to talk When the daunting germ flies Am I looking for eternally Am I looking for a fling Well, with the sun setting relentlessly I'd take just about anything Not so strong-headed Not so proud My sense of worth has been so treaded That I don't even cry loud Where is it going, when does it end When can I be received Is my acceptance just around the bend When will I be relieved I don't know if it will ever come And I'm sure I don't know when All I know is with every new sun I'm all alone again