questionsdu u knowhow its liketo be able to do these thingsto feel this wayand to wonder whydo u knowhow its likelooking herein my small worldwhere no one turns aroundwhere no one looks anymorewhere no one cares anymoreand to wonder why?do u knowhow its liketo cry every nightwaiting for the lonely light of morningso tired, so sadand to wonder why?do u knowhow its liketo be ignoredto never give upand to wonder why?stupid questionstime to stop asking thembut why stop