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