• I don't ask for sympathy;
    I'm too far down the road for that.
    I call for help;
    it's all an act,
    to find someone,
    who understands,
    who knows,
    who cares.
    To find someone other than my shadow,
    walking next to me,
    to comfort me,
    in empathy.
    But they are few,
    and far between,
    so I walk alone on this dark road.
    When I try to run,
    from this cursed street,
    it's all in vein;
    it's still beneath my feet!
    I have walked this street for years,
    and I still have many miles to go,
    and I'll keep walking this road,
    until I find that it's a dead end.