Another year, another tear,
another year without you.
I bitch and moan, and complain
It's all the same
In the end, all the same.
Another year, here's hoping
it's my last one
on this wasteland
without friends, without love,
without care, it's all the same
in the end, such a shame.
Another year,
another tear,
alone in the dark
alone in the park,
alone in this
fucked up world.
madness,
it must be madness,
to led a life that's such a mess
no matter what they give me-
pills and drops and acids,
it's all the same
went up on a hill,
a happy mount of
fake happiness,
now it's all downhill
forever and ever.
each year, everyone
dissappears. Everyone's
left me, no more friends,
no more joy.
No light to guide me,
no one to care for me,
save one or two or three
true friends who won't
abandon me.
won't call me a fag,
won't judge if I am,
the one who did,
I threw him away,
one less friend
in my short list
of people who'd care.
All the others- I dunno.
where are they?
Where they are?
they wouldn't even
know, if I died right now,
they would hear about it
months later,
and say, "who was him,
anyway? A fucking faggot
less in this fucking world.
no money, no joy,
no one to talk to,
but an illusionary friend
my personal Hobbes,
my personal dragon.
Everyone has gone away
everyone has their lives
to live for, dreams to fulfill
while I dig my shallow grave
yet I crave
for them all,
even now.
Tapibara, Oswaldo,
Bidu, and even
the stuffed toucan,
the perspective man,
they are gone.
Gone.
I just have the mormon,
the she-direwolf,
And the programmer
left of my list.
Gone, gone, gone.
I hope I'm gone too,
I hope the day comes
that I eat the wrong thing,
have a stroke and
fucking die
alone.
