They sit on the steps as a lonely ol' troop,
forgotten, unseen, with not much to say.
They tell the tale so often sung,
when they tried to reach out
but were briskly tossed back.
An insatiable thirst to end all the pain,
leaves them nowhere but back to scorched hearts.
And what do they learn from another sad heart?
Just another saga of the crushing,
the bleeding, and the weeping.
'Cheer up!' says a voice that is not of their crowd,
he then walks away with his fiancée.
So the group begin to tell another round,
they don't find what they want,
but they have each other.