There’s a lowly eye
Of this Mr Lonely guy
He has a purple eye
Carrying purple tears whenever he cries

Bit the wings of a fly
Wore a serpent tail as a tie
And stole the clock of Father time
Dreamt of switching the bulb, when the sun loses its shine

He’s cocky outside
But an injured bird inside
He’d pry your eyes to melt your pride
And loved to sue any reason for suicide

As the mask only comes off at night
Slow dances with depression—what a lonely life