A child in the corner,
A girl in the streets,
A man in his car,
It's all just lonliness.
With a blade to the skin,
With a needle in the arm,
With no hope around,
It's all just lonliness.
The blood slither away,
The effects take form,
The time is now,
It's all just lonliness.
The kids a hasbeen,
She didn't mean no harm,
Death is due inbound,
It's all just lonliness.
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