We are born alone
And we die alone
In between our lives are filed with people
Day after day facing the same tedious patterns
Talking to the same old people
Walking on the same old roads
Lost, without a purpose
Surrounded by everyone
Touched by no one
An empty husk of a boy
Existing rather than living
And nobody stops to ask why
Nobody seems to care
That the light in his eyes has gone
And the spark and his soul shall never be reclaimed