A child in the corner,
With a blade to the skin,
The blood slithers away,
The kids a has been,
It's all just lonliness.
A girl on the streets,
With a needle in her arm,
The effects take form,
She didn't mean no harm,
It's all just lonliness.
A man in his car,
With no hope around,
The time is now,
Death is due inbound,
It's all just lonliness.
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