What is a person supposed to do When he has none left to go to, With his mountainous burden of problems And he cannot, by himself, solve 'em?
Where is a person supposed to go When both his friend, and his foe Have turned, and on him, closed the door And left him begging on the floor?
How is a person supposed to portray That life has wronged him in every way? That, at every crossroad, at every turn He's had to struggle and fight and burn?
When no one cares to lend an ear To patiently sit, and watch, and hear, In whom is a person supposed to confide When, to him, the best option seems suicide?