The Beggar of Nothingville

Begging my bread in those,
long roads along the lines of life.
The despicable looks surround me,
it ain't fun living with such a strife.
Writing my name on the walls,
in hope for some clutching hands.
By the looks you can read my lips,
wherever I go it is where misery stands.

Been a long so long time ago,
been ages when there was a smile.
Faces come and faces go,
no moments, no emotions for a while.
Who gives a damn to look humbly down,
or who should spare a hobo still?
Everything and every body here,
begs for the love in Nothingville.

So in vain,
the sun that shines on the alleys,
or whether it shines on the valleys,
and so is the rain.
And here I stand,
just like the bricks around me,
the passions are gone without me,
and giving you a hand.
begging your love in Nothingville.
begging your love in Nothingville.

The looks never change,
wherever you go by the lane.
Way, way, so far away,
when someone called my name.
All you can see in the gray sky,
planes without their move.
The one to remember who you are,
are those in need like you.

So in vain,
the sun that shines on the alleys,
or whether it shines on the valleys,
and so is the rain.
And here I stand,
just like the bricks around me,
the passions are gone without me,
and giving you a hand.
begging your love in Nothingville.
begging your love in Nothingville.

So,
was it all upon your choice?
I get tortured and you rejoice?
but what options did I have?
but to be what as now I have...
The beggar of Nothingville
The beggar of Nothingville.