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 looks 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 too late to recover. He won't
stand a chance and into his own hell he'll descend. Don't descend

No understanding of the 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.