Slowly slowly;
Ever so slowly
Slips into the dark;
My dreary sullen tortured soul
Leaves it’s tattered mark.

Once in a world;
Full of happiness to the bone
Now in a world;
Where I am all alone.

Now the blackened treetops;
Wet with morning dew
Sitting in an alley;
Wishing to be with you.

Life is like a whipround;
And the popular people have the whip
For people like me;
Life is a sinking ship.