He put down his phone
That recieved no calls
And looked up to God
Wondering if anyone cared at all.

No matter how hard he tried
Or how hard he prayed
Nobody ever listened
And things never went his way.

So he sits there alone
In his dark room
The loneliness is too much
Don't worry, he'll be gone soon.

That's what he thinks
Everybody wants
But he won't be forgotten,
Because his memory will haunt.

Still, he picks up the gun
And aims straight at his head.
Shedding one single tear,
For soon he'll be dead.