You walk alone
You eat alone
You rose alone
You are alone.
You feel you have it all;
the 'friends', the 'fame', the 'fortune'
You feel you're on top,
but there you lie, at the bottom.
You just don't care;
about the hearts you break,
the lives you end,
the planet you destroy
You think, you think you own the place,
with your selfish talk,
your arrogant walk,
the look, the smile, the attitude.
Alone you rose,
alone you'll fall;
alone you'll lie, alone you'll be,
with the thoughts of those you tormented as your only companion.
Alone you'll remain,
lonely,
alone.
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