talked to my imagination, confided into alcohol. i tried and i tried and i tried some more. told secrets 'til my voice was sore. tired of empty conversations cause no one hears me anymore. i used to crave the world's attention. i think i cried too many times. i just need some more affection, anything to get me by. a hundred million stories and a hundred million songs. i feel stupid when i sing. nobody's listening to me. i talk to shooting stars but they always get it wrong. i feel stupid when i pray so why am i praying anyway? anyone, please send me anyone.