It is the time of celebration
where i mope and once aspired death
In a single month and the ones that follow
i collect the sadness of all
The single bachelor collects his status
the mother of three takes her children to the beach
And the lovebirds embrace the night
while i choke on the solace of an indoor sorrow
It's been a while since I felt it
that pit of misery wrapped in a neat saying

one day, it will go like this
i leave the cold
of the bedroom
you'll never know me
i'm a crumb left behind
for a snail to nibble
the world flies by
in my unfortunat--