If only there were a  pair of eyes
Watching me like a demented hawk
His beady eye stapled on me when he flies
Over the lonely path upon which I walk

If only my life were mapped out on a board
Little details clearly marked with drawing chalk
But it is empty, there is nothing I can afford
Empty like the lonely path upon which I walk.

If my days were filled with laughter, a bit of noise
However,  it is silent, quiet, nothing,  no more talk
I’m trapped in a place where stuff destroys
Cold and silent like the lonely path upon which I walk.

Depression, confusion all little surprises around the tree
I’d like to burn them, hide them, cut them up with a knife and fork
We don’t need reminding about negatives: do you agree
It is bad enough on this bumpy road upon which I walk.