I walk along the broken road
with no place to call my home
Surrounded by people, but I am unseen
I guess I’m lucky to be free to roam
He holds my hand and kisses my cheek
But I don’t feel anything at all
I know I never loved him
and he never loved me through my concrete wall
I wonder what will happen
When I become old and frail
Will I look back on my life with regret
because all I ever did was fail?
I had a dream of my final days
I was cold, weak, and crying
alone in my dream, I close my eyes
Knowing that no one cares that I’m slowly dying
They found me dead in my house
I told people I didn’t want to be in a coffin
But it was only more work to respect my wishes
All hearts were hard, none were softened.
There is nothing for me to work for anymore
It is all over and I was just a waste of air
I cry in my grave, lonely and cold
I look at the inside of my coffin and say one last prayer.