The morning reaks of pain,
When I wake I feel shame,
I dress and brush my hair,
The day is soon, I must prepare,
I sit down only to find,
That no one ever sits by my side,
Days go slow, Nights go fast,
The emptiness seams to last,
Walking away from crowds of girls,
I realize that I'm the word,
The word that they speak of,
The thing that they strike with fowl words,
I don't turn,
I will only find myself in the middle of chaos,
Pain,
Loneliness,
Suffering,
I keep on and on,
I'm happy to be home,
Until I realize that I'm still alone