Let Them Run

All this pain, what is it all worth?
I'm lost in this world, wandering.
Where the tenderness and sensitivity made place for materialism and plain fucking.
That's how it seems to me.

I stand alone, for long now.
I spend only a year not feeling alone out of the ten years that are behind me.
Sometimes I cry till the feeling is gone again.
I see people live without somebody caring for them.
They are craving only their sexual desires.

Nobody cares or has time.
Couples pass me in the street and they don't see it.
When will the feeling of being alone stop?
I'm trying without much result.
So the tears still fall without anyone catching them so I let them run.