In the library again
Cut off from all my friends
I miss them
And every new question
There's a new problem
Can't move on
I spend most of my days
Not knowing what to do
And I spend most of my nights
Crying in my room
Time keeps passing on by
Can't see I'll make it through
Everyone's outside, but
I'm stuck here in my room
Now it's late at night
Others are living their lives
I'm inside
They are getting together
Getting with each other
I don't know how
I spend most of my days
Not knowing what to do
And I spend most of my nights
Crying in my room
Time keeps passing on by
Can't see I'll make it through
Everyone's outside, but
I'm stuck here in my room
There must be more to life than clubs and drinks
I can't be the only one here who thinks
This is hard, and can't seem to move on
Who feels cut out and cast off
And can't seem to catch on
Is this called growing up?
Well, I spent most of my days
Not knowing what to do
Yeah, I spent most of my nights
Crying in my room
I spent most of my days
Not knowing what to do
And I'm fed up of spending my nights
Crying in my room
All this time has passed by
Didn't think I'd make it through
I finally made it outside, no longer
Stuck there in my room