Somewhere out there
While everybody else celebrates
There’s someone who won’t
He’ll go and visit a lonely place
In his favorite woods
Where he can sit down
and be all alone
Then he’ll listen to music of heart
And he’ll drink
and play with razors
So he can cry blood
For noone to see
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that”s me.. except lonely in my room.. listening to the tv, eating junk food… for noone to se..
thatâ€s me.. except lonely in my room.. listening to the tv, eating junk food… for noone to see..
Wonderful poem, soon us loners will not be lonely, we will all be together, and death shall unitie us.
pretty much sounds like me
same here except instead of woods i have a dorm room and i have to hide the razor and the tears and booze when the roommate walks in