In silence I sit,

Hours on end.

Wanting, waiting,

Needing a friend.

All the world goes and passes me by,

Yet here I sit, waiting to die.

I have no purpose, no reason to live,

I have no ambition, I have nothing to give.

What a worthless existence, a horrible curse.

The miserable silence only making it worse.

In silence I sit,

Hours on end.

Wanting, waiting,

Anticipating the end.