Some
People see others
As compass for the streets
They see loved others
As for to be
But then
But then
The others oh they can't
Because all they see
All they feel
All they hope
All they can
Are numbers
In the book
Not chapters
But as footnotes
Of a footstep.
Oh,
How I wish to be the last
Have no suffering
To care nothing for
Little objects
In a dark dark existence
But I just can't
I can't
I won't even if I will
So whichever is my fate
Whatever I'll take
I'll be the loneliest jingle
To ever exist.