The flickering lamp post did nothing to dull my nerves,
Seemingly there was nothing else I could do but to observe.
My hands fumbled with my sweater, and I glanced around,
The quiet street in the dark night deepened my frown.
There was Nobody, Nobody at all,
Nobody to hear my whispers, Nobody to hear my calls.
And as I stood there for Nobody to clutch my heart again,
I had known that with Nobody, I could possess no friends.
Nobody ripped my heart out from its chambers,
Trampled upon it and disregarded me like we were strangers.
And so from that moment on it dawned upon me,
My hands fumbled with my sweater, and I glanced around,
The quiet street in the dark night deepened my frown.
There was Nobody, Nobody at all,
Nobody to hear my whispers, Nobody to hear my calls.
And as I stood there for Nobody to clutch my heart again,
I had known that with Nobody, I could possess no friends.
Nobody ripped my heart out from its chambers,
Trampled upon it and disregarded me like we were strangers.
And so from that moment on it dawned upon me,
This was the first time that, to my heart, nobody holds the key.