Being deprived their company, locked in my room.
No supper for you tonight dear, you've been a bad girl.
Listening to their laughter float through my closed door.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy hollow pit.

Being deprived their company, locked in my room.
Go to your room until I say you can come out.
Hearing their busy sounds penetrate my door.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy hollow pit.

Cut off from my friends. I can't seem to breathe.
You can't go out and play for a month.
Each invitation, why can't I go?

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy hollow pit.

Cut off from my friends. I can't seem to breathe.
No more phone calls for you today.
Each time the phone rings. Is it for me?

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Am I invisible? Why don't they see me? Why don't they hear?
This is our group, there is no room for you; no welcome here.
Standing there no place to go, no friendly face.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Am I invisible? Why don't they see me? Why don't they hear?
I'm not going to talk to you; you're not worth my time.
Standing there, no place to go. In a hurry to get there.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Unexplained laughter. Is it about me?
What did I do? Isn't she funny? Just look at her and see.
Thinking of all that could be wrong with me.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Unexplained laughter. Is it about me? What did I do?
I won't repeat my joke for you. You wouldn't understand.
But I didn't hear you; you didn't give me a chance.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Left out. I can't go along. They don't have time for me.
Good-bye. I'm leaving. I'll write, if I have time.
No one's left to be my friend: Everyone's in pairs.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.

Left out. I can't go along. They don't have time for me.
We're all busy, in a hurry. We haven't got time for you.
Everyone has someone, everyone but me.

        Feeling sorry for my poor lonely soul,
        sitting in a deep, dark, gloomy, hollow pit.