Here I sit Alone in the room, by my window watching the rain cars passing on the street people running by there's music playing the chimes are ringing The lamplight is pale, soft yellowed with age. My brain's in agony I wish I could scream or cry But I sit silent and my eyes wander My friend's are off being merry busy with their own little worlds of which again I've been refused a part. They've forgotten me! I'm jealous. I'm angry. I'm hurt. The coffee's cold. My heart is dead.