When loneliness became an ugly thing
Serentiy is not enough,
And as you walk the trail of tears
You find yourself.

You wish to find a wellknown face
Among the faces that you see,
And now you're sorry that you thought
Once, just like me.

No more you wish to be alnone,
You pray for company,
You search your phone book, for one name
That still remembers you.

And now you're sorry you have burned
The bridges to your friends,
You with to try just one more time,
But no one gives a damn.