I know you don\'t care about me,
So I guess this is really goodbye
There are no words to express the encounter of you
Except this poem right here
I shall walk the filthy streets of Vegas
All alone in strife
Wondering how I got here
And wondering if I am going to survive
I guess we will never know, won\'t we?
So laugh at my pity
And poke me with shame
For you will never know me anyhow.