I may have a pack, but I'm still a loner
I have friends but I'm still my thought's owner
I keep my struggles to myself and my feelings all hidden
I keep to myself and in loneliness I keep sittin'
I listen to other opinions but don't speak my own
Maybe it's because I fear again becoming alone

I focus on my work because I can't face my fears
My worries press on me and bring me to tears
But I keep going on
I remain strong
I only voice my thoughts and feelings in poem-song
Even when I'm shattering I ignore my cracks
I follow my friends but don't tell them all the facts

I worry about the rumors other might be saying 'bout me
I'm a bird in a cage and I'm never going free
Society is trapping me, even though I already know my limits
So I just fake a smile and count away the minutes

I'm afraid of being myself in case I become alone
So still a loner with a pack I roam
The problems press on me but I can't voice them aloud
So still I hide, one child among the crowd.