Existential Isolation

I'm walking through the park, taking in the sounds
There's tons of friendly people gathered all around
Some out in the day
A few later at night
I spot behind their eyes a light
These people have souls
They're individual selves
They make their own decisions and maybe own a house
But yet I feel alone
I stand out in a crowd
Am I the only one in town?

Am I the only one?
I go sit on a bench and stare into the crowd
Millions of faces, millions of frowns
Occasionally I'll see somеone I recognize
To rеalize it's not the right guy
I'll smoke a cigarette and walk into the street
I feel the weight of people staring at me
I wonder what they see
I wonder what they think
To them am I another freak?

I'm not the only one
Do they think of God?
Do they fear death?
Existential thoughts
Are their lives in vain?
Do they think of love?
Can you hear me?
Do you have a soul?
Does your blood flow through your veins?