Alone on a couple’s bench I sit

Won’t you come to hear the stories I tell?

For when I disappear, that may be it.

All my life, I stood the misfit,

And to this day I still repel

Alone on a couple’s bench I sit.

The fear gnaws and leaves me unknit

The sadness I’ve tried (and failed) to quell

For when I disappear, that may be it.

People ran as if I were the culprit

Not a single person I could compel

Alone on a couple’s bench I sit.

Even though abandoned, I must admit

I wish no one the fate of which I foretell

For when I disappear, that may be it.

Now I must go, into the darkest pit

With no one around to wish me farewell

Alone on a couple’s bench I sit

For when I disappear, that may be it.