I am alone again. I don't know why;
Everytime it happens, I want to die.
My roommate is house sitting and I don't have much loot;
I wish I had a gun that I can load and to my head i'll shoot.
I can't live this way and my best friend isn't comming for my life to save;
Don't bother. I am already in my grave.
Loneliness is like depresson but not quite;
But the damage it leaves, is not slight.