No songs could ever console me;
No words could ever heal me;
No smile could ever make me happy;
No person would ever talk to me;
Its then I came to know that I am lonely;
I am wasted that I question my use;
Of what use is talent when all life is an obscure chance,
That is given to people who fashion them to bedim.
Life is but not for the lonely,
Since lonely is the new guilt.