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, theyre no good hes not blind, all he needs is a single ray of light lifes too short but seems too long when lonliness becomes the norm lifes too short but seems too long and it may come as no surprise but the lonliness in martins eyes was good enough and life itself was long enough knowing full well, knowing whats going on knowing for far too long, jealous hes 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