The Bugle of Sadness

I live on the streets,
Live a lonely life,
It brings me no pleasure,
Its a job that I do,

Believe me I am lonely,
No friends to back on ,
A tired feeling in my head,
That breaks up into a million pieces

As I wake up to tomorrow,
I can feel my world taking a nosedive,
To the calls of the world,
which holds no meaning to me.