I feel kinda down,
Don't know what I should do,
My day has turned cold,
And my face has turned blue.
I feel upset,
But don't really know why,
I'm locked in a room,
Getting ready to cry.
As I sit on the floor,
I begin to think,
What have I done?
Then I start to blink.
The tears come down,
One by one,
I hear laughter outside,
And I start to feel glum.
I don't want to come out,
I'd rather sit on the floor,
All alone in a room,
I'd want nothing more.
