The Lonely Loafer
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The life of a lonely loafer

The Lonely Loafer

At the moment I seem to have no friends.

At the moment I seem to have no friends. Everyday tends to be the same.

At the moment I seem to have no friends. Everyday tends to be the same. It ends the same way it begins.

At the moment I seem to have no friends. Everyday tends to be the same. It ends the same way it begins. All alone burdened by shame.

Four walls covered with pictures, maps, and posters.

Four walls covered with pictures, maps, and posters. To mask the desolation of the pale walls that remain.

Four walls covered with pictures, maps, and posters. To mask the desolation of the pale walls that remain. The only camaraderie for the lonely loafer.

Four walls covered with pictures, maps, and posters. To mask the desolation of the pale walls that remain. The only camaraderie for the lonely loafer. He portrays a façade of laughs, & smiles, to mask the lingering pain.

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