Lonelinessit's not about there being no oneit's about having no oneLonelinessit isn't when the room is emptybut when the room is full of strangersLone..
The mind is a giftbut to me it's a cursesometimes I can't make it stop spinningand spinning and spinninglike a wheel on the looselike a record players..
I would do anything to lie here with youand keep our minds as clear as a whistle blowingstay in a place where nothing mattersfeel wind instead of loss..
whispers of love songs surround my souland with a needle it pricks my bleeding heartit's like an open wound where the contents pourand drain all that ..
what is to believeif what you believe is untruewhat is to dreamif you always awakenwhat is to loveif your lover resents youwhat is to haveif all is lo..