Nothing Remained

I hate myself when I'm aloneThey say with gird "Hi is a stoned"I like going home but all is vainThere I am stranger in the fameMy home's there, where I amBut I do hate all of themTell me what for I liveAnd I shell tellThat you are not rightYou ask me whyBut I shell diveAnd I come backBut from myselfNothing remained