He´s just a loner.
He never says hello.
A friend to no one.
He´s got no place to go.

He don´t look happy.
He look through furtive eyes.
He ain´t got nothing.
No one to sympathize.

He hides himself away.
His secrets not revealed.
As life just passes by he keeps himself concealed.

A solitary man.
An enigmatic child.
A riddle never solved.
A prisoner exiled.

I wonder if the loner can assimilate.
A life less lived alone plays devil´s advocate.

Has he ever tried to be happy?
Reached out from inside.
Someone on who he can depend.
It´s getting to late to recover.
He won´t stand a chance and into his own hell he´ll descend.
Don´t descend.

No understanding of things we already know.
He has to live his life and just learn how to let go.

Communication´s an impossibility.
His own best friend but he´s his own worst enemy.
The secrets of his past locked deep inside his head.
I wonder if he will be happy when he´s dead.