(T. Iommi/O. Osbourne/G. Butler)

He's just a loner, he never says hello.
A friend to no one, he's got no place to go.
He don't look happy, he look through furtive eyes.
He ain't got nothing, no one to sympathize.

He hides himself away, his secrets not revealed.
As life just passes by he keeps himself concealed.
A solitary man, an enigmatic child.
A riddle never solved, a prisoner exiled.

I wonder if the loner can assimilate,
a life less lived alone plays devil's advocate.

Has he ever tried to be happy,
reached out from inside?
Someone on who he can depend?
It's getting too late to recover,
he won't stand a chance,
and into his own hell he'll descend.

(Don't descend!)
(Don't descend!)
(Don't descend!)
(Don't descend!)

No understanding of things we already know.
He has to live his life and just learn how to let go.

Communication's an impossibility.
His own best friend but he's his own worst enemy.
The secrets of his past locked deep inside his head.
I wonder if he will be happy when he's dead.

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Es un solitario, nunca dice hola.
Amigo de nadie, no tiene a donde ir.
No se ve feliz, mira con ojos furtivos.
No tiene nada, ni a nadie con quien conectar.

Se mantiene oculto, sus secretos sin revelar.
Mientras la vida pasa él se mantiene hermético.
Un hombre solitario, un niño enigmático.
Un acertijo nunca resuelto, un prisionero exiliado.

Me pregunto si el solitario puede asimilar
una vida menos solitaria jugando al abogado del diablo.

¿Ha intentado ser feliz,
siendo alcanzado desde adentro?
¿Alguien en quién depender?
Se va el tiempo para recuperarse,
y no tendrá ninguna chance,
y en su propio infierno descenderá.

(¡No desciendas!)
(¡No desciendas!)
(¡No desciendas!)
(¡No desciendas!)

No entiende las cosas que nosotros sabemos.
Tiene que vivir su vida y aprender a dejar ir.

La comunicación es imposible.
Su mejor amigo, pero también su peor enemigo.
Los secretos de su pasado encerrados en su cabeza.
Me pregunto si será feliz cuando muera.

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