My heart is like a cracked stone
Weathered and dry like a sun-bleached bone.
A lost puppy, more than once disowned.
Standing in a crowd, yet I feel so alone.

Why O Why did God pick this life.
Full of pain and full of strife.
The flash of steel and the glint of a knife
Oh God, at this rate I'll never find a wife.

Cheers turn into tears which then turn towards beers
As I begin to notice everyone at the bar is giving me a leer
A fee look like they want to kick my rear
Maybe I should just slink off and disappear.

For this is the lamentation of my heart.
The curse that's haunted me right from the start
Drifting away, my body and soul begin to slowly fall apart
Leaving behind nothing, but a beautiful and mellow piece of art.

[Author's Note: Couldn't think of a name...]