The Streets So Alone

The streets so alone, not even a phone

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, just

Emptiness at my side.

Day after day nothing differs: silence

Stays the same, with life is so boring that 

I’m thinking of changing my name.

And atmosphere so grim, I’m fed

Up of being slim. What am I to do

In this world so cold? Is this how it is

Going to be till I get old?

There’s only one way out of this

Monotonous hole and that is to 

Escape once and for all. You don’t

Believe, I can tell. It’s OK for you

‘Cos you’re not living in hell.

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