Our roads will meet again

All I can really think of now
Is to rest my head
Against the coldest ground
I've ever felt.

No one will ever take me home,
No one will give me what i earned,
In my own black spring
I'm gonna die.

I'll end up in the same ol' hole
I'll seize to be here in this world,
Cause no one will take me home
Somewhere i belong.