It's cold

I’m walking down the middle of this street,
And I only wish that I knew where I was going,
I might just turn around and start walking backwards,
Because either way I can’t see where this path is leading,
I’m listening but I can’t hear a thing,
Expect for the sound of my own heart beating,
I looked back feeling like I was being watched,
But to my disappointment I found no one,
It’s cold out here,
My hair is blowing in the wind,
But I won’t go back home, no,
Not until I find a friend,

So I kept on walking,
But only to find,
That I was back where I started,
And running out of time,
I stopped myself,
But the world didn’t stop too,
And even though part of me still didn’t want to be alone,
I told myself to go on home.