He  never thought he'd live this way
He thought he'd have a wife some day
Instead he's in this silent spin
Alone in just some strange man's skin
For endless days and endless nights
There's no one to turn out the lights
And kiss him with a sleepy sigh
To lay with as the night goes by
So now he trudges right through life
As meaningless as the silver knife
He put up to his throat and sliced
And thought about his wasted life.