It hurts when you're on your own
It hurts, you're all alone
You reach out to the friends you have
But they're not there.
They're busy.

You walk with your head down
You are embarrassed, you feel like a clown
You just need someone to confide in
But nobody's there
They're busy.

You burn the end of a cigarette
You feel riddled with regret
You need someone to be there
But they're not
They're busy

You sob harder than ever
You keep wishing it was forever
You cry out to your lover, 'Are you there?!'
But she's not
She's busy

Finally, a person appears
A person who will tend to your every need
You can't say anything
But he can.
The funeral director's busy.