I feel the same way pretty often. I wrote a song about it a while ago. "The race of the Friday cars going home, the world moving on without me. The bigger the city, the more alone. Or maybe that too is just me."
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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Believe says,
Love this. It's a very true feeling for many. Hope you can find that other lonely person in your crowd.kathi_wright says,
i second the above!Wench says,
I feel the same way pretty often. I wrote a song about it a while ago. "The race of the Friday cars going home, the world moving on without me. The bigger the city, the more alone. Or maybe that too is just me."TKO-Rich says,
sincere thank you.