I'm walking the trail of life alone
with no place to really call home
Not even a bed to sleep in at night
not a blanket, to fight the colds bite
All of this because of one man
from the first it was his plan
he alienated me, kicked me out
I left, and lost the last bout
I don't have a reason to go on
no one will notice the day I'm gone
I was like a ghost, see-through
who's Tripp? I don't know who
The trail of my life is growing cold
I'm dying, before I'm close to being old
But no one will miss me, no one will care
With these last words, I breathe my last air
