When your friends don't call and you live alone—
now you've got nothing to do.
As that bottle calls and you sing the blues,
that's when it gets hard to
smile through the pain.
As the hours pass through the weeks and days,
you feel their eyes on you.
When you have a home, have a love to hold,
but that hollow feeling stays—
smile through the pain.
When you do your best as the world burns,
but you can't find the strength to follow through.
Those memories fade,
those friends have forgotten you.