Freshly Alone
William Shaw
Oh run along now, run along now
Little one, you don't know nothing
Perhaps you don't believe my tears
Or perhaps you think I'm bluffing
For every time you think you see the light
There will be ten more times
You think you're right
You shake your head
You don't know what to do
You fell small, you feel to spite
You start to feeling blue
'Bitch like that you don't
Never knowing where the trust is
Never knowing what is true
But for better or worse it's what we got
And how we feel about it doesn't mean a whole lot
It's like living life with a knife protrutding from your head
Try not to bump the handle
Don't let it get to you my friend it will