Loser

I can't search for someone to save me
And anybody is around here
Trying to find somebody there and, where are they?
Trying to make sense all the words everybody says me
And I'm in a place without light seeing how the red eyes
Are observing in the seats

And the night becomes solitude
And next I'll become to be solicitude
To don't be a loser anymore
The expectations weren't short
But the confrontations are long
If someone is alone on a corner
I'm going to go with him instead
Irrelevant he doesn't see my head