He said:
"I'm born to be alone.
Dont wanna be anybody's clone"
And so he wasn't.
And not because his heart were made of stone.
He said:
I'm born to be alone.
And so he was.

He didn't think that way is only right
But just because one night he cried
"My lord, I'm in love tonight
Why don't [bad word] "
Then disappeared all the light.
And so he said:
I'm born to be alone.

We'll never seen the white hair on his head
Because he'll die of being mad,
Once walking in the black fresh air 
Ofcouse he'll dare to see existing is the [bad word] down the rain
Of all men's words.
The simple chords
 of oldest song.
He'll break his bones.
Well, he was born to be alone.

And in the ices he sat down on the throne
Made of [bad word] 
After he was gone
Some of them did remember:
I knew one clown
We thought he's better then we are all
At all.
He said
He's born to be alone.