I'm cold inside, the day just died,
The night has just begun
I'm out having lonely fun,
Waiting for the rising sun,
I run with the lonely ones.
I wish that they would turn and say,
«Get out, you don't belong,»
But misery loves company,
So I just tag along,
Alone with the lonely ones.
All they ever offer me,
Are things they used to do.
Every one has lost someone,
The way that I lost you,
Chained to the lonely ones.
I'm sick and tired, uninspired,
I'd rather be deaf and dumb,
Than to be what I've become,
One of the lonely ones.