No Good

It’s true: I am just no good any more
I’ve now become a worthless piece of scrap
There’s nothing I can use to fill the gap
And who wants to listen when you’re a bore?
Can someone save me from my misery?
The role I was made for is now crumbling
And I don’t know what I should be doing
And all my dreams have flown away from me
I want to take my place on this planet
I want to live this short life as I choose
But who wants to be your friend when you lose?
And how far can one fall when there’s no net?

Who wants to hear all about a loser?
Who failed his task to find an answer?


21st April 2005