There’s no one but me,there’s no one but me.
It’s 11.30 at night and the streets are empty.
I am stranded alone in this godforsaken city.
There’s no one here except good ol’ me.
Looks like this city died quite sometime back
Everything here though has been left intact.
Down the road,I even found a familiar Big Mac
The houses are all red and the streets are all black.
I find myself wondering how this city died.
Maybe a disease that no one survived.
Or perhaps a nuclear bomb cast it aside
Wonder how I ended up on this city’s inside
But then I stopped wondering where everyone had gone
As It hit me like bricks on my head.
Something that I should have long ago known.
It was not the city it was me who was dead