I'm the loser walking down the street,
Whose eyes are downcast, fixed on his feet,
With nothing to live for, nothing to fight,
Just another day in the dark sans light.

In the clouded mirror, all he sees,
Is worthless trash lost in a bottomless sea,
Covered in scars from strangers on the streets,
Each a reminder of unforgettable defeats.

He doesn't know when or even the whys,
He's become afraid of people's eyes,
To look into the emptiness and see nothing,
To see them stare right through, unseeing.

He's the loser, crying on the streets,
Who has sank to the ground, down to his feet,
Nobody to turn to, nobody to care,
As the ache in his soul becomes too much to bear.