Second To Last

A different day, but still the same old sceneI'm doing nothing all alone againMy face is dirty and my hands are uncleanIt's hard not being lonely when you haven't any friendsIt seems to me that everyone's wrongWith introspection all I see is rejectionHow will I relate when I cannot get along?I'm left here to wallow in my own imperfectionThere exists no point in trying to get alongIn a society in which I don't belongI'm always locked in my virtual cellAnd I can't make bailI don't associate with such a foreign kindI watch TV with my forgotten mindI'm always fighting for second to lastBut still I failAlone I walk down these changing streetsFaceless idiots put my conscience in dangerAlthough this neighborhood should be so familiarWhy do I feel like such a stranger?You're afraid that you can't have it allI'm afraid because I don't have anythingStanding next to you makes me feel smallBut standing by myself I feel nothing