A life was lived, by me, that wasn't satisfactory
I chose misery and then was cast into the factory
In chains, hated by society, life is not a mystery
Conformity ruined happiness and I was outcast
Against the crowd, I had to decide to hold fast
My life drained away, flashing before my eyes
And I yawned in disappointment, it was empty
This life devoured by my disaster and my lies
A plowed field, never planted with seed
Only pain and bitterness, being despised
“We are all alone, born alone,
die alone" Hunter S. Thompson
