I feel so lonely,
I don’t have a friend,
none who will stay till the end.

The people I meet,
are very common indeed,
they don’t think when they talk,
they just go on and walk.

Walk on the path of life,
straight forward,
while I have to strife.

Because I’m standing still in time,
a moment,
a breeze,
I live in these.

These feelings of pain and suffering,
I am lonely to,
what would you do?

Please tell me,
because I have no clue!

I spit on the face,
the face on everyone who left,
left me alone to count.

To count the days,
the bodies,
the dead,
to behold the truth which now has spread.

The truth about this world in which we live,
the truth about those who do not care,
just because I have nothing to give.

Maybe they are right,
maybe I should no longer fight,
for happiness is a concept I will never understand,
never to experience,
not at first hand.

I will only read about it in the paper,
see it on the TV, knowing that,
it won’t ever come to me.