M (Sept 6,1990 / )

In This World Alone

in this world alone
there ain't never any place to call home
no single someone to call your own
man, it's the worst thing in the world to be all alone
a longing moan turns to a growing sigh
I keep asking questions, I'm wondering why
black is my night and grey is the sky
I keep asking questions, I'm wondering why
I've got no one to call my own
how can I be, man, how can I be, so all alone?

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