| A Lonely Soul No one here, no one there No one wants me to live Life is just a crazy ride There is no one with me Suicide fills my eyes, that�s all I believe No one can love me Stand in line I close my eyes and imagine to me That this world isn�t f�ed up I come back to reality Knives and guns, twisted sons My life is on the edge I write twisted rhymes, from my mind As I come to an end (I was depressed) |