There's something to be said for. This attempt to get you to relate to me more. If there's a time and a place to cry. Franklin at 2 seems just about right. I've wasted too much of your time. Sitting under the closed sign. I'll let this empty street speak for me. Cause I feel just about this lonely. Out here, there has to be someone who understands. Who's searching just like me. I hope I find someone who feels the way I do. Can anyone hear me? We could meet on the street. And you could take me away. Breathe some pa**ion into my boring days. Kick and idea to challenge my head. Because right now I feel no better than dead. There's something to be said for. This attempt to get you to relate to me more. If there's a time and a place to cry. Franklin at 2 seems just about right. My eyes are red and my brain is numb. Can't you see where I'm coming from. The answer? no. I can tell by your eyes. So I'm walking the streets alone tonight.