Your passion will fade; it’s imminent,
And your attitude is simply arrogant.
Oh, Wanderer, your pain is so evident.
I would hate to know the real me;
You must wallow about in self-pity.
Oh, Wanderer, you must get lonely.
Rolling over to find no one there,
You think your life is better? It doesn’t even compare.
Oh, Wanderer, you live a life of desperate despair.