life is for the lonely, death is for the dead
shoes are for feet, hats are for heads
the night is for walking, the day is for sleep
through the silent streets i creep
everybody hates me, though i done no wrong
through the mist i stumble along
rain is falling, i do not know what to think
i need a drink
don’t mind me, i do not know where to go
pay no attention to my tale of woe
if somebody were to listen, i have nothing to say
no princess to save, or dragon to slay
what a loser, you nod so knowing
very well, i will be going
down the road, without a trace
with my stumbling steps and forgettable face
past the waning moon and the rising sun
into the ocean of oblivion
wayward child of eternal scorn
who never even asked to be born
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