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