Dark, lonely road it was, drifting;
Wondering about the life I could've had, worrying.
Nothing matters now when nobody cares, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.

Dark as the night and mighty as a knight, my life,
Weary it was as I lost my sight, my soul,
Wavered as I am no good at kiting, my love, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.

Dreadful it was to hear about the backstabbers, but
Nothing matters now when I've lost the people I care,
Never be the same again, all they do is just stare, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.