I walk into my deepest darkest room
forgotten lost and ancient is the place
the atmosphere still dense and full of gloom
a child once striving for a warm embrace
If you have thought of life as something sweet
just wait and look then soon you'll realize
like razor blade apples on trick or treat
You'll take a bite and know it’s full of lies
And now I am here in a wretched state
No place to go I am a helpless man
with only memories to contemplate
the time has passed and nothing that I can
but may I ask you one favor in mind
when you see a lost lonely child be kind




