Lonesome loner.

I’m turning down the culture.

I’m missing what I use to know.

I walk alone followed by a vulture.

Who ironically built my throne.

If ever I need a break.

I have to get in line.

Ordinary people don’t know what I have at stake.

But luckily my poker face activates when I say I’m okay.

Let’s just take a chance.

For you to see.

What I never had.

Who you could’ve been.

And now I’m all alone.

On this empty street.

I’ve never had a home.

To plant my family seed.