A young man
With his head in the sand
Asking for forgiveness
But just getting rejection
Treat others like you'd like to be treated
If this were true non of us would've proceeded
With the many actions we carried out in the past
Non of us would last
Non of us would last

He gave others his heart
And they gave him the cold shoulder
He didn't know where to start
Never turned down a single order
A social outcast but not by choice
It's not his fault no one wanted to hear his voice
If he were to treat others the way he was treated
He would curse every living soul he never needed!