Ran Out

I've ran out of things to say.
Nothing at all to last me the day.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Why does my life run so slow?

I'm a stranger here in this strange land.
I should have been in a rock and roll band.

No one to guide me, I sorely lack.
No one there to watch my back.

I have no allies, I have no friends.
My life is shit, it's like getting the bends.

I'm stuck in my room, crying the blues.
Everyone else has fun, the lucky fools.

Can someone tell me my destiny?
All I have now is a bum knee.