Lost

Tired am I as my head hangs low
I feel as I have been hit with a everlasting blow
Sadness is over flows as the cold wind blows
winter is outside the trees bare
With other couples I see I just sit and stare
Jealous of what they have
Its what I crave the most
To truly to belong
have a favorite song
look in her eyes
And to know why
So I sit at the end of the bar
Drinking roman coke
Looking to find my star
While I sit underneath the white oak
Asking god why this pain wont go away
I hate it more and more everyday
Lost by myself