I felt so alone standing there by myself Wishing someone would hold me close. Seeing couples holding on to each other having no one see my pain want him to be there praying that he cares. In the semi-dark of the high school dance, standing alone on the crowded floor No one is holding me close not a soul is seeing my pain. And could they see, I'd get pity, not compassion. Wanting it to be over hating the way I feel laothing the way I wish that it was you, not him. I was alone in the dark and no one saw my pain; but No one can fix me; I'm broken.