One of the Lonely Ones

I'm cold inside, the day just died, The night has just begun, I'm out having lonely fun, Waiting for the rising sun, I run with the lonely ones. I wish that they would turn and say, "Get out, you don't belong," But misery loves company, So I just tag along, Alone with the lonely ones. All they ever offer me, Are things they used to do. Every one has lost someone, The way that I lost you, Chained to the lonely ones. I'm sick and tired, uninspired, I'd rather be deaf and dumb, Than to be what I've become, One of the lonely ones.