The End?

This is what I get it seems,
without a friend, lost in dreams
my life empty, lost alone
crumple where I have been thrown

I have given in, to life it would seem
without thought of fight or scream
I have lost this battle front
no one else would take the brunt

I wandering out of thought and time
desperately running from my crime
So I give in, no need to fight
promise me it will be all right