Martin

Hidden like the squalor that we create

Martin wants out of this

but poverty keeps him in this place

Scratching like the vermin between the walls

Martin needs a friend but the people the he meets

just give him shit and pretend, they're no good

he's not blind, all he needs is a single ray of light

Life's too short but seems too long

when loneliness becomes the norm

life's too short but seems too long

and it may come as no surprise

but the loneliness in martin's eyes

was good enough

and life itself was long enough

Knowing full well, knowing what's going on

knowing for far too long, jealous

he's so jealous of all the fun

Martin needs a friend

but the pricks that he meets

just give him shit and pretend

Long enough, life itself was long enough

had enough, he laid down when he had enough