It seems to him the world is dark, lonely, sad, uncertain Full of people who don't care, don't dare to care For anyone but themselves, to him the world is dark. He's always worried, worried about tomorrow, what will be What will be waiting for him...out there, what will everyone say He's always worried. Things aren't working out He tells himself time will give him what he wants But somewhere inside he knows: it's a lie Things aren't working out The problem is he has not come to find Find what everyone else has to smile about He doesn't know, know that he could be joyful He has not come to find. But he will, someday, sometime, he will find it He will, and he'll have something to smile about. -Elliot