MarthaWainwright-Jimi
LRCbylzh,fromjiangxipingxiang
SometimesIfeellikethereisnoone
Nooneatall
Thatlifeisamyth
AndIwon’tbemissed
WhenI’mgone
Buttheysaythatyouarenoone
Withoutthepeople
Wholoveandknowyouaround
AndsometimesIfeellikemyDad
Forleavinghersadandalone
Inthisbighouse
ThesearethethoughtsthatIhave
WhenI’maloneathomeinmybed
AndIgetscared
Andittakesupsomuchtime
Anditmakesupfornothing
Andittakesupsomuchtime
Anditmakesupfornothing
AndsomepeopleaskwhyIcan’t
Rememberthepast
Thereisthisdeadwomaninmylane
She’seatingmybrain
Herskinissoftandwhiteandbright
Againstthenight
Thereisthismaninmyhouse
WhenI’mnotthere
Hesaysheknowsmefromsomewhere
Andittakesupsomuchtime
Anditmakesupfornothing
Andittakesupsomuchtime
Anditmakesupfornothing