The Lonely Ones

"Ah, look at all the lonely people."
'Me' has been deprived, faith's dried yet saltwater wells from his eyes.
'Myself' has no plans to go, when he knows, the heart's already on death row.
'I' is burned out and lazy, going crazy, changes, changes, changes, it's never easy.
Lonely people, we don't need another one, no more.

Ah, see the pain in all of their faces.
'I' is sinking back into a hole, down into a sad man's soul.
'Myself' is staring at his empty hands, whispering, "he doesn't understand".
'Me' and his hazy mind, contemplating on leaving it all behind.
Lonely people, we don't need another one, no more.

"All the lonely people,
where do they all come from?"
It has been asked before,
and it'll be asked again, I'm sure.
"All the lonely people,
where do they all belong?"

*If it appears that I copied phrases from somebody else's work(Eleanor Rigby), let's just say "borrowed", but it just so happens that I needed to use the same words. It's not my fault they used it first. But if in some ways I've broken the rules, I'll delete it. I'm cool with it.*