Hidden like the squalor that we create
  Martin wants out of this
  but poverty keeps him in this place
  Sratching like the vermin between the walls
  Martin needs a friend but the people the he meets
  just give him shit and pretend, they're no good
  he's not blind, all he needs is a single ray of light
    Life's too short but seems too long
  when lonliness becomes the norm
  life's too short but seems too long
  and it may come as no surprise
  but the lonliness in martin's eyes
  was good enough
  and life itself was long enough
    Knowing full well, knowing what's going on
  knowing for far too long, jealous
  he's so jealous of all the fun
  Martin needs a friend
  but the pricks that he meets
  just give him shit and pretend
  Long enough, life itself was long enough
  had enough, he laid down when he had enough