My friend isn't like you or me
He spends his days in a cemetery
He gains his strength from rats and mice
Drinking from these he doesn't think twice
We spend the nights thinking of the past
Of things long since gone that didn't last
So many things he has to show
So much to learn, for me to know
Forever he lives with this dark curse
Always to steal from life’s blood red purse
He misses the warmth of humanity
This is a thing he will never again see
But of my company he will never tire
For my friend is an old lonely vampire