A deserted island, population of one
Cold scary nights, and braving the sun
Elements of nature, the element of surprise
Boats in the distance, are tricks on your mind
Tell yourself to be a man, tough it out by yourself
Eventually you're on your knees, yelling for help
Weeks turn into months, and months into years
Boredom turns to Anger, Rage jumps into tears
The future is bleak, suicide seems the best bet
I'm tired of waiting, and I'm keen to rest yet
A makeshift shank, and this hell trip floats to an end
No more loneliness, or bottles with notes to a friend
This isn't a story of a sailor who meets his untimely end
It's a journey through the mind of an out cast who can't find a friend
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