Here in this blue box,
I get so lonely
People come and go
But never seem to stay.
"Come with me,"
I say.
I really wish
They'd stay.
But I know they have to go.
There are better things to do
Than travel the world with
A madman in a box.
It just gets so lonely,
Being here like this.
I know I am the last
And for that I am happy
Because no one at all
Should have to suffer
The way that
I do.
Traveling with you
Has been an experience never forgotten.
And I'll have you know
That you all are important.
I've never met anyone that isn't significant.
Not a homeless man
Or a rich entrepeneur
Not even you.
Being like this,
Is so lonely
I wish I had a friend
Well, at least someone somewhat like me.
I have so many friends,
Yet I am so alone.
I'm crowded with people who love me
Yet I am just hated so...
One day I'll be gone,
And on that day I'll smile.
For the curse will be broken
And I can let out my cries.