A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal...
... resentment is the mortar that holds the bricks of loneliness together in a wall of alienation and despair.
He's just a sandbag against the storm... holding off the inevitable devastation.
No one cares when you’re out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover.