The Dark Song

Why am I treated different
And hurt from the pain?
Everybody has a friend
But I don't, so what do I gain?

I listen to the Dark Song
My head is starting to clear
I feel there's not much time, for long
Before people run from their fears

I feel that I am sinking
In the cold, wet ground
Dark, alone and peaceful thinking
Will I ever be found?

But only to find myself here
Still in the cruel and still cold place
I shed a few tears
That this so called great world, has no grace