The flat next door. By Ross E F Lombardi. . They party all night. The noise keeps me awake. But I do not feel mad. . They party all night. So I can not sleep. But it just makes me so very deeply sad. . They live all night, I lie awake knowing, I do not belong anywhere, That such togetherness type can never be me. . They get to be human all night. While my icy isolation, Is the proper natural order of things. It is the way it's supposed to be. . They party all night. Laughing, singing and being. Reminding me of a life of "liked", That I can never have. .